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CHOICE     SELECTION 

OF 

FROM  THE  MOST  APPROVED  AUTHORS. 

DESIGNED     TO    AID    IN    THE 

-^         i?UBLIC   AND  PRIVATE 

DEVOTIONS  OF  CHRISTIANS, 


BY  ORANGE  SCOTT, 

MINISTER   OF    THE    GOSPEL. 


"0,  sing  praises  untQ  the  Lord.'* 


PUBLISHED  BY  THE  COMPILER. 


\t.    AND  Q.    MERRIAM,    PRINTERS,    BROOHFJELP, 

1830. 


DISTRICT  OF  MASSACHUSETTS,  to  u>U  : 

[L.  S.]  District  Clerk's  Office. 

BE  IT  REMEMBERED,  that  on  the 
twelfth  day  of  December,  A.  D.  1829,  in 
the  fifty-fourth  year  of  the  Independence  of 
the  United  States  of  America,  Orange 
Scott,  of  the  said  District,  has  deposited  in  ^ 
this  Office,  the  title  of  a  book,  the  right 
whereof  he  claims  as  Proprietor,  in  the  words 
following,  to  wit : — 

"  The  new  and  improved  Camp  Meeting 
Hymn  Book:  being  a  choice  selection  of 
Hymns  from  the  most  approved  Authors. 
Designed  to  aid  in  the  public  and  private  de- 
votions of  Christians.  By  Orange  Scott,  min- 
ister of  the  Gospel.  "  0,  sing  praises  unto  the 
Lord." 

In  conformity  to  the  Act  of  the  Congress 
of  the  United  States,  entitled,  "  An  Act  for 
the  Encouragement  of  Learning,  by  securing 
the  Copies  of  Maps,  Charts,  and  Books,  to 
the  Authors  and  Proprietors  of  such  Copies, 
during  the  times  therein  mentioned  :"  and 
also  to"  an  Act,  entitled  "  An  Act,  supplemen- 
tary to  an  Act,  entitled.  An  Act  for  the  En- 
couragement of  Learning,  by  'securing  the 
Copies  of  Maps,  Charts,  and  Books,  to  the 
Authors  and  Proprietors  of  such  Copies,  dur- 
thc  times  therein  mentioned;  and  ex- 
ending  the  benefits  thereof  to  the  Arts  of  De- 
fsjgning.  Engraving,  and  Etching  Historical, 
and  other  Prints." 

JNO.  W,  DA>lb,.J    of  Massachusetts.     ^\ 


ri 


TO  THE  PUBLIC. 


The  new  and  improved  Camp  Meeting  Hymn 
Book  w  ill  be  found  to  differ  from  all  others  in 
the  following  particulars,  viz. 

1.  A  number  of  hymns  found  in  every  other  _ 
book  of  the  kind  which  are  seldom  or  never  j 
sung,  are  left  out  of  this.  v 

2.  Several  others  though  often   sung,  are 
omitted;    being   destitute,    either,   of    good   • 
sense,  good  poetry,  or  sound  divinity. 

3.  It  contains  many  hymns    never  beforo 
published  in   Camp    meeting    hymn   books, - 
though  often  sung  in  social  meetings,  at  Camp 
Meetings,  and  in  revivals  ofjehgion. 

It  is  not  supposed  that  the  new  and  improv- 
ed Camp  Meeting  Hymn  Book  is  perfect  j  but  J 
it  is  believed  that  it  has  advanced  a  Utile  that  f 
way :  at  any  rate,  it  suit^  the  Compiler  better  1 
than  any  he  has  ever  seen.    It  is  publish--'  ' 


L 


in  the  most  convenient  pocket  form,  and  con* 
tains  more  hymns  than  any  book  of  the  kind 
ever  pubUshed  in  New  England.  It  is  de- 
signed for  the  permanent  use  of  the  Metho- 
dist Societies,  and  their  friends,  through  the 
New  England  States;  and  the  author  in- 
tends keeping  a  constant  supply  on  handy 
and  therefore  will  make  no  alteration  in  the 
pages  in  any  future  editions.  0.  SCOTT. 
Spnngfield,  December  16tk,  1829. 


HYMNS. 


HYMN  I.— C.  M. 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  7 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  wallis. 

My  study  long  have  been ; 
S;ich  dazzling  views  of  human  sight. 
Have  never  yst  been  seen. 

4  Reach  down,  0  Lord,  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  caui=e  me  to  ascend, 
\Vhere  congregations  ne'er  break  up. 
And  Sabbaths  never  end, 


6  HYMN  2. 

5  My  friends  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  ia  God's  care, 

And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

6  When  we've    been    there  ten    thousand 

years, 
Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

HYMN  2.— P.  M. 

1  As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Methinks  I  see  a  bloody  cross, 

Where  a  poor  victim  hangs  ; 
His  ^esh  with  rugged  irons  tore, 
His  limbs  all  dress'd  in  purple  gore, 

Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 

2  Surpris'd  the  spectacle  to  see, 
I  ask'd,  who  can  this  victim  be 

In  such  exquisite  pain  ? 
Why  thus  consign'd  to  woes,  I  cried, 
"  'Tis  I,"  the  bleeding  God  replied, 

**  To  save  a  world  from  sin." 

3  A  God  for  rebel  mortals  dies  ? 
How  can  it  be  !   my  soul  replies; 

What  t    Jesus  die  for  me  ? 
"Yes,"  saith  the  suft''ring  Son  of  God, 
"  I  ^ive  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood, 

Foi  thoo,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 


HYMN  3. 

4  Lord,  since  thy  life  thou'st  freely  giv'n, 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heav'n, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love, 
Then  at  thy  feet,  0  God,  I'll  fall, 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 
To  reign  with  thee  above. 


HYMN  3.— P.  M. 

1  Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 

Thro'  which  pilgrims  make  thei-r  way  ; 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day : 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 

Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

2  0  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way  ? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you  ? 

And  your  vigour  to  decay  ? 
Jesus,  Jesus  will  go  with  you  : 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne  ; 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine  press  trod  alone. 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 

He  who  bids'the  planets  roll: 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole  : 
Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 

Ready  to  obey  command, 


8  HYMN  4. 

They  are  always  hovering  round  you, 
Till  you  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

4  There  on  flovv'ry  hills  of  pleasure, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest ; 
Love,  and  joy,  and  peace  forever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast. 
Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory 

Where  the  ransom'd  dwell  on  high  ? 
There  on  golden  harps  forever 

Sound  redemplion  through  the  sky. 

5  There's  a  million  flaming  seraphs 

Who  fly  across' the  heav'nly  plain  ; 
There  they  sing  immortal  praises  ; 

Glory,  glory,  is  their  strain. 
But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert  • 

Makes  the  heavenly  arches  ring : 
And  the  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 

6  0  their  crowns  !  how  bright  they  sparkle, 

Such  as  raonarchs  never  wore  ; 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there  ; 
Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits, 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear, 
Grief  nor  sorrow,  pain  nor  anguish, 

Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 


HYMN  4.— P.  M. 
t  Whither  goest  thou  pilgrim  stranger, 
Wandering  through  this  lonely  vale, 


HYMN  4. 

Knov/est  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger? 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 
No,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
-    O  hallelujah,  O  hallelujah, 
I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
O  hallelujah,  0  hallelujah. 

2  Pilgrim  thou  hast  justly  call'd  me, 

Passing  through  a  waste  so  wide, 
But  no  harm  will  e'er  befal  me, 
While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  guide, 
For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

3  Such  a  guide  !  no  guide  attends  thee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise  ; 
If  some  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

O,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

4  Yes,  unseen,  but  still  believe  me, 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend  j 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me. 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 
For  I'm  bound,  &c. 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  winding  through  the  vale  ; 
Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  tljcc. 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fuiU 
No,  I'm  bound,  kc. 


•10  HYMN  5. 

6  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend, 
Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful, 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 
For  I'm  bound,  &c. 

7  While  I  gazed,  with  speed  surprising, 

Down  the  stream  she  plung'd  from 

sight ; 
Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel  cloth'd  with  ligl^, 

O,  I'm  bound,  &c.  " 

8  Cease  my  heart  this  mournful  crying. 

Death  will  burst  this  sullen  gloom ; 
Soon  my  spirit,  fluttering,  dying, 
Will  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 
For  r  bound,  &c. 

HYMN  5.— P.  M. 

1  Saw  ye  my  Saviour !  Saw  ye  my  Saviour ! 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour  God ! 
O  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2  He  was  extended,  he  was  extended, 

So  painfully  nail'd  to  the  cross ; 
There  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died, 
There  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  tvas  lost. 


HYMN  5.  XI 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding,  Jesus  hung  bleeding, 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain ; 

And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 

Through  creation's  vast  extent. 

When  the  Jews  crucified  th'e  Lamb. 

4  Darkness  prevailed,  darkness  prevailed, 

Darkness  prevail'd  o'er  the  land ; 
And  the  sun  refus'dto  shine. 
While  his  Majesty  divine 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

5  When  it  was  finished,  when  it  was  finished 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalm'd  in  spices  sweet, 
And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail  mighty  Saviour,  hail  mighty  Saviour, 

Prince  and  the  author  of  peace, 
Soon  he  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
And  triumphant,  from  the  earth. 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  There  interceding,  there  interceding, 

Pleading  that  sinners  may  live, 
Crying,  "See  my  hands  and  side, 
Father,  I  was  crucified 
To  redeem  them,  I  pray  thee  forgive." 

8  "  I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them 

Wlien  they  repent  and  believe ; 
V        Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 
^        And  be  reconcil'd  to  me. 
And  salvation  thev  all  shall  receive." 


12  HYMN  6. 

HYMN  6.— P.  M. 

1  This  morning  most  sweetly  the  gales  are 

all  blowing, 
Directly  the  breeze  is  from  Mount  Calvary ; 
The  sepulchre  is  open,  the  odours  are  flow- 
ing, 
Breathe   gently,   sweet   zephyrs,    breathe 
gently  on  me. 
On  this  lovely  morning  the  Saviour  was  ris- 
ing, • 
The  chains  of  mortality  fully  despising ; 
His  sufferings  are  over,  he's  done  agoniz- 
ing— 
This  morning  my  Saviour  will  think  upon 
me. 

2  And  now  to  the  place  that's  appointed  for 

praying, 
For  worship  that's  social  I'll  quickly    re- 
pair; 

In  service  so  pleasmg,  there  needs  no  delay- 
ing; 
The  stone  is  roU'd  back,   and  my    Lord 
will  be  there. 

Rouse  quickly,  my  soul,  shdte  off  thy  dull 
slumbers, 

In  melody  raise  all  your  heavenly  numbers  ; 

For   Jesus  is  pleas'd,  when    recounting  his 
mennbers, 

He  finds  you  like  Mary  thus  early  at  prayer. 


HYMN  0.  13 

3  With  faith  in  full  action,  we  meet  at  the 

chapel  ; 
There  humbly  we  ask  for  a  power  divine : 
Immanuel  puts  all  our  souls  in  a  rapture, 

And  graciously  causes  his  glory  to  shine  ; 
Our  hearts  are  enhven'd,  affections  engag'd, 
Devotion  inspires  us,  and  sinners  amaz'd, 
Behold  with  what  zeal  christian  warfare  is 
wag'd, 
Against   the  fell  monster  and  all  his  de- 
signs. 

4  Then  trusting  in  Jesus,  our  head  and  our 

leader, 
We'll  march  on  to  glory  without  any  fear  ; 
Each  Sabbath  revolving  brings  one  Sabbath 

nearer 
To    that  blessed  morning    when  he  shall 

appear. 
His  sign  in  the  east  he  will  soon  be  display- 
ing, 
The  nations  to  judgment  will    then  be   all 

gathering. 
Till  then,  we'll  adore  him,    nor  ever  cease 

praying, 
Till   praises    unceasing   shall   call  us    from 

prayer. 

5  My  brethren  and  friends,  may.  the  God  of 

all  glory, 
Protect  us  and  save  us  from  sin  and  all 
harm  ; 


14  HYMN  7. 

With  the  head  of  the  church  in  full  view  be- 
fore us, 
We'll    shew  ourselves    valiant    in  every 
alarm. 

Then  each  soul  inspire,  0  God,  with  devo- 
tion, 

Be  thou  the  great  object  of  earnest  affec- 
tion, 

And  when  these  dull  bodies  shall  cease  from 
their  motion, 
Receive  us,  O  Jesus,  to  thy  blessed  arms. 


HYMN  7.— L.  M. 

1  I've  listed  in  the  Holy  War, 
To  fight  for  life  and  endless  joy ; 

And  grace  more  boundless  than  the  seas, 
Is  the  rich  wages  I  receive. 

2  Under  my  Captain,  Jesus  Christ, 
I  now  am  listed  during  hfe, 

"'To  fight  against  the  powers  of  hell, 
In  favour  of  Immanuel. 

3  My  Captain  is  the  great  I  AM, 
Against  whose  sword   there's   none    c£ 

stand ; 
But  all  before  his  word  must  fall, 
For  he  has  power  to  conquer  all. 

-1  My  great  good  Capiain,  mild  and  meek, 
Most  kindly  favors  alHheweak; 


HYMN  7.  15 

His  servants  all  are  chosen  peers, 
And  all  his  soldiers  volunteers. 

5  From  day  to  day,  with  living  bread, 
And  rich  provisions,  I  am  fed, 

Drawn  from  my  Captain's  well  fill'd  stores 
On  blessed  Canaan's  happy  shores. 

6  Arm'd  with  my  helmet,  sword  and  shield, 
I'll  never  quit  the  glorious  field  ; 

For  Christ  my  Lord  the  victory  v^on, 
IXhen,  O  ray  soul,  put  courage  on. 

7  I'm  listed,  and  I  mean  to  fight, 
Till  all  my  foes  are  put  to  flight  ; 
Though  battles  rage  and  wars  increase  ; 
Soon  I  shall  reach  a  land  of  peace. 

8  I'll  God  adore,  obey  his  !lws, 

Nor  coward  prove  in  his  good  cause ; 
But  in  his  service  firm  abide. 
Still  righting  on  Immanuel's  side. 

9  I've  fought  through  many  battles  sore. 
And  ready  stand  to  fight  through  more, 
Trusting  in  Jesus'  sacred  name. 
None  in  this  holy  war  are  slain. 

10  I  have  a  sword,  which,  when  I  wield, 
TJie  stoutest  foes  must  quit  the  field; 
The  word  of  God  must  e'er  prevail. 
Eternal  truth  can  never  fail. 

11  Come,  sinners,  then  enlisted  bo, 

i    And  Christ  our  King  shall  make  you  free. 


1 


16  HYMN  8. 

Come  try  his  service,  trust  the  Lord, 
And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 

HYMN  8;— P.  M. 

1  The  gospel   ship  is  sailing  by, 

The  ark  of  safety  now  is  nigh, 
O  sinners  unto  Jesus  fly, 

Improve  your  day  of  grace  ; 
O  there'll  be  glory,  glory,  O  hallelujah, 
0  there'll  be  glory. 

When  we  the  Lord  embrace. 

2  The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on, 
The  glass  of  life  will  soon  be  run, 
Creation  with  her  fiery  doom, 

The  Lord  will  soon  appear  ! 
0  there'll  be  glory,  &c.  ^ 

When  saints  shall  view  him  near. 

3  Now  hark  !  the  trumpet  rends  the  skies ! 
See  slumbering  millions  wake  and  rise  I 
What  joy,  what  terror  and  surprise, 

The  last  great  day  is  come  ! 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 

Around  the  judgment  throne. 

4  See  nations  throng  his  awful  bar, 

*  Both  saints  and  sinners  from  afar, 
All  tribes  and  kindred  now  appear, 

And  wait  to  hear  their  doom ! 
0  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 

When  Christ  ihc  Lord  shall  come. 


HYMN  9.  17 

5  Jehovah  now  the  book  unseals  I 

The  clearest  light  each  heart  reveals  ! 
The  pointed  truth  each  conscience  feels  ! 
The  amazing  throng  divide  ! 
0  there'll  be  mourning,  mourning,  mourning, 
mourning, 
0  there'll  be  mourning. 
When  justice  shall  decide. 

6  See  parents  and  their  children  part ! 

See  husbands  and  their  wives  must  part  ! 
See  brothers  and  their  sisters  part ! 

To  meet  again  no  more  ; 
0  there'll  be  mourning,  &,c. 

The  day  of  mercy's  o'er. 


HYMN  9.— P.  M. 

1  Hail!  thou  blest  morn,  when  the  great  Me- 

diator 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  Descends ; 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  man- 
ger, 
Lo,  for  his  guide  the  bright  angels  attend. 

CHORUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Siiine  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine 
aid  ; 

Star  in  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  liis  cradle  tho  dew  drops  are  shin- 

ing; 

2 


J8  HYMN  10. 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall ; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all ! 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odours  of  Edom,  and  off'rings  divine, 

Gems  of  the   mountain,  and   pearls  of  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  fronr,  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine. 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  arapfe  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favour  secure ; 

Higher  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration. 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  pray'rs  of  the  poor, 
Brightest  and  best  &c. 

HYMN  10.— P.  M. 

1  The  pure  testimony,  put  forth  in  the  spirit, 

Cuts  hke  a  sharp  two-edged  sword. 
And  hypocrites  now  are  most  sorely  torment- 
ed, 
Because  they  are  condemned  by  the  word. 
The  pure  te&timony  discovers  the  dross, 
W^hjle  wicked  professors  make  light  of  the 

cross, 
And  Babylon  trerr^bles  for  fear  of  her  loss. 

5  Is  not  the  time  come  for  the  church  to  bs 
sathefd 


HYMN  10.  19 

Into  the  one  Spirit  of  God  ? 
Baptiz'd  by  one  spirit  into  the  same  body, 

Partaking  Christ's  flesh  and  his  blood. 
They  drink  in  one  spirit,  which  makes  them 

all  see 
They're  one  in  Christ  Jesus,  wherever  they  be, 
The  Jew  and  the  Gentile,  the  bond  and  the 
free. 

3  Then  blow  ye  the  trumpet  in  pure  testi- 

mony, 
And  let  the  world  hear  it  again  ; 
Then    come  ye  from  Babylon,   Egypt  and 
Sodom, 
And  make  your  way  over  the  plain, 
Then  wash  all  your  robes  in  the  blood  of  the 

Lamb, 
And  walk  in  the  spirit  through  Jusus'  name, 
In  pure  testimony  you  will  overcome. 

4  The  world  will  not  persecute  those  that  are 

like  them. 
But  hold  them  the  same  as  their  own  ; 
The  pure  testimony  cries  out  separation, 

That  causes  your  lives  to  lay  dowTi. 
Come  out  from  foul  spirits  and  practices  too. 
The  track  of  your  Saviour  keep  still  in  your 

view. 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  the  way  through. 

5  The  gieat  prince  of  darkness  is  mustering 

his  forces. 
To  make  you  his  pris'ners  again, 


20  HYMN  11. 

0 

By  slanders,  reproaches,  and  vile  persecu- 
tion, 
That  you  in  his  cause  may  remain. 
Then  shun  his  temptations,  wherever  they  lie, 
And  fear  not  his  servants,  whatever  they  say. 
The  pure  testimony  will  give  you  the  day. 


HYMN  11.— P.  M. 

1  Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  show  ; 
John's  Divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal, 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  day,  and  conquer  all. 

2  Mary's  love, may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender  heartedness, 
Peter's  fervent  spirit  feel, 
James'  faith  by  works  reveal  ; 
■Like  young  Timothy  may  I 

Every  sinful  passion  fly. 

3  Job's  submission  may  I  show, 
David's  pure  devotion  know, 
Samuel's  call,  0  !  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share ; 
Let  Isaiah's  hallowed  fire 

All  my  new  born  soul  inspire. 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayerj 
Gideon's  valiant  steadfast  care, 
Joseph's  purity,  impart, 


HYMN  13.  21 

Isaac's  meditating  heart: 
Abraham's  friendship  may  I  prove, 
Faitliful  to  the  God  I  love. 

5  Most  of  all  may  I  pursue 
The  example  Jesus  drew  ; 
In  my  life  and  conduct  show 
How  he  liv'd  and  walk'd  below, 
Day  by  day,  through  grace  restor'd. 
Imitate  my  perfect  Lord. 


HYMN  12.— P.  M. 

1  Wandering  pilgrims,  mourning  christians, 
Weak  and  tempted  lambs  of  Christ, 
Who  endure  great  tribulation, 

And  with  sins  are  much  distress'd, 
Christ  has  sent  me  to  invite  you 
To  a  rich  and  costly  feast ; 
Let  not  shame  nor  pride  prevent  you, 
Come,  the  sweet  provision  taste. 

2  If  your  heart  is  unbdieving. 
Doubting  Jesus'  pardoning  love, 
X.ay  hard  by  Bethesda  waiting. 
Till  the  troubled  waters  move. 
If  no  man  appears  to  help  you, 
All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  he  will  cleanse  you. 
Rise,  take  up  your  bed  and  walk . 

S  If  like  Peter  jou  are  sinking 
In  the  sea  of  unbelief, 


22  HYMN  13. 

Wait  with  patience,  always  praying, 
Christ  will  send  you  sweet  relief, 
He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 
AH  your  wants  shall  be  supply'd, 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  you. 
Rise  and  cross  the  swelUng  tide. 

4  Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 
Christ  will  guard  you  through  the  gloom, 

. .  Pown  he'll  send  a  heavenly  convoy 
To  convey  you  to  his  home. 
There  you'll  spend  your  days  in  pleasure, 
Free  from  ev'ry  want  and  care  ; 
Come,  O  come,  my  blessed  Saviour, 
Fain  ray  spirit  would  be  there. 


HYMN  13.— P.  M. 

1  Glory  to  God  that  I  have  found  the  pearl 

of  my  salvation  ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel'a  ground 

up  to  our  heavenly  station. 
And  I'm  resolved  to  follow  on,  and  never  to 

forsake  him, 
ril  always  keep  the  narrow  way,   till  I  do 

overtake  him. 

2  F^^ar  not,  says  Christ,  ye  little  flock,  heirs 

of  immortal  glory. 
You  io  buii,t  upon  the  surest  rock,  the  kin;^- 
dom  lies  before  you  ; 


HYMN  14r         '  £5 

tight  on,  fight  on,  ye  heirs  of  bliss,  and  tell 

the  pleasing  story, 
I'm   always  with    my  little    flock,    and  I'll 
bring  them  home  to  glory. 

HYMN  14.— PvM.    .'  :    ...-: 

1  How  precious  is  the  nanie^.brethren -sing, 

brethren  sing,  '^_. 

How  precious  is  the  name,  brethren  siftg. 
How  precious  is  the  name  of  Christ  our  Pas- 
chal Lamb, 
Who  bore  our  sin  and  shame,  on  the  tree,,  oni  •_ 
the  tree.  '    '  -■ 

2  Pve  given  all  for  Christ,  he's  my  all,  he'* 

my  all, 
I've  given  all  for  Christ,  he's  my  all  j       ,. 
I've  given  all  for  Christ,  and  my  spirit:ca«n<it 

rest,  [reigning  there. 

Unless   he's  in    my  breast,  reigning  there,  . 

3  His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear  with  delight,  with 

delight. 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear  with  delight ; 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear,  and  his  cross  I  will,'" 

not  fear  ; 
His  name  I  will  declare  evermore,  evermore, 

4  I  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul,  in  my 

soul, 
1  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul, 
I  feel  the  love  of  God,  in  ray  heart  *tia  shed 

abroad, 
And  I  will  serve  my  God  hero-below. 


24  HYMN  17. 

HYMN  15.— L.  M. 

1  Pray  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  ; 
Pray  'till  you  feel  thepow'r  of  God  ; 
Pray  'till  ho  drive  your  doubts  away  ; 
Pray  'till  you  see  the  gospel  day. 

2  Pray  for  the  mourners  ;  see  their  grief; 
> :  Pray 'till  the  mourners  findrehef ; 

Pray  for  the  wicked  every  where  ; 
^ray,  that  your  garments  may  be  clear. 

u  ooon  you  shall  have  your  hearts'  desire ; 
Our  God  will  answer  as  by  fire ; 
You'll  sec  th'  effect  of  fervent  prayer, 
In  the  abundant  grace  you  share. 


HYMN  16.— L.  M. 

Faith, 

1  0  PRECIOUS  Faith !— may  I  be  found 
Establish'd  on  its  happy  ground ; 
Instruct  me,  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  build  me  up  in  Faith  and  Love. 

2  Then  lot  the  rising  billows  roll, 
Fai^h  is  the  anchor  of  my  soul  ; 
I'm  well  secur'd  on  every  side, 

Fix'd  firm  in  Christ,  my  rock,  my  guide. 


HYMN  17.— P;  M. 

emerald  gates,  and  bi 
enraptur'd  vision, 
All  the  Qxtatic  joys  that  spring 


1  BtJRST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  enraptur'd  vision, 


HYMN  17. 

Round  the  bright  elysian : 
Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies  ; 
Sons  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 

2  Floods  of  everlas'ting  light ! 

Freely  flash  before»hini  ; 
Myriads  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  hini ; 
•  Angelic  trumps  resound  his  fame ; 
I.utes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name  ; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise  [■..-. 

From  their  princely  station  ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories. 

Sing  the  great  salvation  ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry  in  reverential  tone. 
Glory  be  to  God  alone  ! 
Holy!  Holy!  Holy  One. 

4  Hark !  the  *hrilling  symphonies, 

Seem  methinks  to  seize  us  ; 
Join  we  too  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus  ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
Jesus,  Je3us,  flow  along. 


26  HYMN  18. 

HYMN  18.— P.  M* 

1  How  lost  was  my  condition, 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  the  sin  sick  soul. 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 
Is  light  compar'd  to  sin ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 
But  rages  most  within. 

'Tis  palsy,  plague  and  fever, 
And  madness,  all  combin'd, 
And  none  but  a  believer, 
The  least  relief  can  find. 

:  From  men,  great  skill  professing, 
I  thought  a  cure  to  gain,     '   _       ' 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing,  ^. 
And  added  to  my  pain ; 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me. 
Some  gave  me  up  for  lost  ; 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me. 
And  ail  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

4  At  length,  this  great  Physician, 
(How  matchless  is  his  grace  !) 
Accepted' my  petition. 
And  undertook  my  case. 
He  gave  me  sight  to  view  him. 
For  sin  my  eyes  had  seai'd  j 


JlYMN  19.  27 


Then  bade  me  look  unto  him  ! 
I  look'd,  and  I  was  heal'd. 

A  risen,  living  Jesus, 
Seen  by  the  eye  of  Faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Come,  theru-to  this  physician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis  only  look  and  live. 


HYMN  19.— P.  M. 

1  From  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 

That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love  ^ 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties. 
That  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found. 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  all  united  in  love ; 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  all  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  0  why  then  so  loth  for  to  part, 

Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again, 
Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart ; 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 


28  HYiMN  20. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 

United  with  angels  above, 
No  longer  confin'd  to  our  clay, 
O'erwhelm'd  in  the  ocean  of  love. 

6  0  then  with  our  Jesus  we'll  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
And  sing  hallelujah,  amen. 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 

HYxMN  20.— C,  M. 

1  What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear. 

Salvation  sounding  free  ; 
Ye  souls  in  bondage  lend  an  ear, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2  How  sweetly  do  the  tidings  roll. 

All  round,  from  sea  to  sea. 
From  land  to  land,  f\-ora  pole  to  pole, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  Good  news,  good  news,  to  Adam's  race ; 

Let  Christians  all  agree 
To  sing  redeeming  Love  and  Grace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery, 
And  bids  them  welcome  home  to  peace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

5  Jesus  is  on  his  mercy  seat. 

Before  him  bend  the  knee ; 


HYMN  21.  29 

Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

6  Sinners,  be  wise,  return  and  come 
.        Unto  the  Saviour  fi-ee  j 

The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

7  Come,  ye  redeem'd,  your  tribute  bring, 

With  songs  of  harmony ; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing, 
•Tliis  is  the  Jubilee. 


HYMN  21.— P.  M. 

1  The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes ; 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 

The  liUes grow  and  thrive: 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

And  make  his  people  one. 

2  0  that  this  dry  and»barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become ! 
The  desert  blossom  as  tlie  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  how  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is : 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
\  For  all  mankind  as  well  as  mc, 
»^       Who  come  to  Christ  may  live- 


30  HYMN  21. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive  ! 
None  are  too  late  who  will  repent ; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went ; 

Jesus  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come,  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord 
And  tastr,  the  svveetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

G  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  shining  throne 
•    Of  Jesus  Christ  on  high  ; 
It  comes  like  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again. 
And  yet  for  more  we  cry. 

7  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  a  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply : 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

Which  never  will  run  dry. 

8  There  we  shall  reign  and  shout  and  sing. 
And  make  the  heavenly  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saint?  get  home ! 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  !?hall  we  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  ;us  come. 


HYMN  22.  31 

9  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  mansion  there; 
Now  here's  my  heart,  now  here's  my  hand 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


HYMN  22.~P.  M. 

1  Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 

Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear. 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 

One  that  loves  us  to  the  end ; 
Forward  then  with  courage  go. 

Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — Come  home, 

2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 

Lay  to  take  us  unawares ; 
Satan  with  malicious  art, 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart  ; 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free. 

Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  call? — Come  home. 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin. 

Like  the  foes  we  have  within  ; 
.   Yet  let  nothing  f^poil  your  peace, 
■  Christ  will  ako  conquer  these  ; 


32  HYMN  23, 

Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Cliild,  your  Father  calls — Come  home. 

HYMN  23.— P.  M. 

1  Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour 

Come  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease, 
Com  e,  O  come,  and  reign  forever, 

God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  Peace ; 
Visit  now  poor  bleeding  Zion, 

Hear  the  people  mourn  and  weep. 
Day  and, night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 

Some  for  Cephas — none  agree  ; 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us, 

Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee. 
Then  we'll  rush  through  what  encumbers, 

Over  every  hindrance  leap, 
Undismay'd  by  force  or  numbers  ; 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit. 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth, 
Guide  us,  Lord  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

Which  shall  teach  us  all  the  truth. 
On  the  gospel  v/ord  we'll  venture. 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
Love  our  Lord  and  Christ  our  Saviour, 

O,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

4  Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  u& ; 

Persecution jagcs  here; 


HYMN  24, 

Nothing,  Lord,  we  know  can  harm  us, 
While  our  shepherd  is  so  near ; 

Glory,  glory,  be  to  Jesusf 

At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap  ; 

He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us, 
The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

Here's  the  Prince  of  your  salvation, 

Saying,  Fear  not,  little  flock  ; 
I  myself  am  your  foundation, 

You  are  built  up  on  this  rock  ; 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly, 

Scale  the  mount,  although  it's  steep, 
Look  to  me  and  be  ye  holy, 

I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep. 

Christ  alone,  whose  merit  saves  us, 

Taught  by  him  vve'll  own  his  name, 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus, 

How  it  doth  our  souls  inflame  I 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 

Give  him  glory,  he  will  keep. 
He  will  clear  your  way  before  you, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 


HYMN  24.— P.  M. 

1  Brethren,  see  my  Jesus  coming. 

See  him  come  in  yonder  cloud, 
With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him, 
How  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd. 

2  I  will  arise  and  go  and  meet  him. 

And  embrace  him  in  my  arms ; 
3 


34  HYMN  24. 

In  the  arms  of  my  dear  Jesus, 

O  there  are  ten  thousand  charms. 

3  Death  shall  not  destroy  my  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guard  me  through  the  gloom  ; 
Down  he'll  send  son^.e  heavenly  consort 
To  convey  my  spirit  home. 

4  Jordan's  stream  shall  ne'er  o'erflow  me, 

While  my  Saviour's  by  my  side  ; 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  me, 
Soon  I'll  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

5  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting 

On  the  bank  beyond  the  stream, 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 
Jesus,  Jesus  is  their  theme. 

6  See,  they  whisper  !    hark,  they  call  me  ! 

Sister  Spirit,  come  away  ! 
Lo  I  come  !  earth  can't  contain  me  ! 
Hail,  ye  realms  of  endless  day. 

7  Worlds  of  light,  and  crowns  of  glory, 

Far  above  yon  azure  sky  ; 
Though  by  faith  !  now  explore  ye, 
I'll  enjoy  ye  soon  on  high. 

8  Smiling  angels  now  surround  me. 

Troops  resplendent  fill  the  skies^. 
Glory  shining  all  around  me, 
While  my  towering  spirit  flies. 

9  Jesus  clad  in  dazzling  splendor. 

Now  methinks  appears  in  view, 


HYMN  25.  35 

Brethren,  could  you  see  my  Jesu?, 
You  would  love  and  serve  hitn  too. 


HYMN  25.— L.  M. 

1  There  is  a  heaven  o'er  yonder  skies, 
A  heaven  where  pleasure  never  dies, 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
But  fear  again  'tis  not  for  me. 

But  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend,  O  Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend. 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  straight, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate  ; 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein, 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  men  in, 

3  I  travel  through  a  world  of  foes,  , 
Through  conilicts  sore  my  spirit  goes  ; 
The  tempter  cries  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

4  The  way  of  danger  I  am  in. 
Beset  with  devils,  men  and  sin  ; 
But  in  this  way  thy  track  I  see. 

And  mark'd  with  blood  it  seems  to  be, 

5  Come  life,  come  dt-ath,  come  then  what 

will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still, 
Through  dangers  thick  and  hell's  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms. 


36  HYMN  26. 

6  Then,  0  my  soul,  arise  and  sing, 
Yonder's  my  Saviour,  Friend, and  King; 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down, 
And  cries,  "  press  on,  and  here's  the  crown. 

7  "  Prove  faithful,  then,  a  few  more  days 
Fight  the  good  fight  and  win  the  race, 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign, 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain." 

8  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  joyful  trump  shall  sound, 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


HYMN  26.— P.  M. 

From  the  regions  of  love, 

Lo !  an  angel  descended, 

And  told  the  blest  news 
How  the  babe  was  attended ; 

Go,  shepherds,  and  visit 
This  wonderful  stranger, 

With  wonder  and  joy 
See  your  Christ  in  a  manger. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 
Through  whom  we've  obtain'd  pardon, 
We'll   praise  him  again, 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

Glad  tidings  I  bring 
To  you  and  each  nation  ; 


HYMN  26.  37 

Glad  tidings  of  joy, 
Now  behold  your  salvation  ; 

When  sudden  a  multitude 
Raise    their  glad  voices, 

And  shout  the   Redeemer, 
While  heaven  rejoices. 

Now  glory  to  God 

In  the  highest  is  given, 

Now  glory  to   God 
Is  re-echoed  through  heaven  ; 

Around  the  whole  earth 
Let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 

And  sing  of  his  love, 
His  salvation  and  glory. 

Enraptur'd  I  rise 

W^ith  delight  and  desire  ;       0 

Such  love,  so  divine, 
Sets  my  soul  all  on  fire ; 

Around  the  blest  throne 
Hosannas  are  ringing, 

O  when  shall  I  join  them 
And  ever  be  singing ! 

Triumphantly  ride 

In  thy  chariot  victorious. 

And  conquer  witii  love ; 
0  Jesus  all  glorious  ! 

Thy  banner  unfarl  • 
Let  the  nations  surrender 

And  own  thee  their  Saviour, 
Their  king  and  defender. 


38  HYMN  27. 

HYMN  27.— C.  M. 

1  Arise  and  shine,  0  Zion  fair, 

Behold  thy  hght  is  come, 
Thy  glorious  conqu'ring  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home  ; 
The  trumpet's  thund'ring  through  the  sky. 

To  set  poor  stnners  frte  j 
The  day  of  ■'.vCnci-rs  pow  is  nigh, 

Tlae  year  of  Jubilee,    ^     ' 

2  Ye  heralds  blow  your  trumpet's  loud. 

Throughout  the  earth  and  sky  ; 
Go,  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold  the  judgment's  nigh: 
Blow  out  the  sun,  turn  up  the  earth. 

Consume  the  rolling  flood  ; 
Whilst  ^ery  star  shall  disappear. 

The  n»on  turn  into  blood. 

3  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground. 

Before  the  judge  appear;  . 
All  tongues,  all  languages  shall  come. 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 
King  Jesus  on  his  azure  throne, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round  ; 
While  Gabriel,  with  his  silver  trump. 

Echoes  the  dreadful  sound. 

4  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace, 

With  sinners  now  is  o'er; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  blown  no  more  ; 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 


HYMN  28.  39 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing, 
And  shout  Redeeming  Love. 

And  when  you  reach  fair  Canaan's  shore 
I  hope  to  meet  with  you. 


HYxVIN  23.— P.  M. 

1  Encottrag/d  bjrlhy  word 

Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  the  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door  ; 
No  hand,  nor  heart,  dear  Lord,  but  thino 
Can  help,  or  pity  wants  Uk.3  mine. 

2  The  baggar's  usual  plea, 

(Rehef  from  men  to  gain,L 
If  offer'd  unto  thee,  ^ 

I  know  thou  would'st  disdain ; 
But  those  which  move  thy  gracious  ear, 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear. 

3  I  have  no  right  to  say, 

That  though  I  now  am  poor, 
Yet  onc3  there  was  a  day 
When  I  possessed  more  ; 
Thou  knowest  from  my  very  birth 
I've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth. 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profess. 

As  beggars  often  do. 
Though  great  is  my  distress. 
My  faults  have  been  but  few. 


40  HYMN  29. 

If  thou  should'st  leave  my  soul  to  starve. 
It  would  be  what  I  well  deserve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 

I  never  begg'd  before  ; 
And  if  thou  now  befriend, 
I'll  trouble  thee  no  more. 
Thou  often  hast  reliev'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

6  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 

For  such  a  worm  as  I, 
No  less  than  children's  food 
My  soul  ca-^i  satisfy. 

0  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go, 

1  must  have  all  thou  canst  bestow. 

7  Nor  can  I  willing  be 

Thy  tl^unty  to  conceal 
From  others,  who,  like  me, 

Their  wants  and  mis'ry  feel ; 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  a  thousand  more. 


HYMN  29.— C.  M. 
The  Band  of  Love, 

1  Our  souls  in  love  together  knit 

Cemented  into  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire  ; 


HYMN  29.  41 

He  stoop'd  and  talk'd,  and  fed  and  blest, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

CHORUS.      L.  M. 

"  A  Saviour,"  let  creation  sing  ! 
"  A  Saviour !"  let  all  heaven  ring  ! 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours. 
His  fulness  on  our  souls  he  pours  : 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er, 
We're  foll'wing  those  who've  gone  before  ; 
We  soon  shall  reach  that  blissful  shore 
Where  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  We're  soldiers,  fighting  for  our  God, 

Let  trembling  cowa;-ds  fly  ;  v 

We'll  stand  unshaken,  firm  and  fix'd, 

With  Christ  to  live  and  die. 
Let  devils  rage   and  hell  assail^"'  . 

We'll  fight  our  passage  through 
Though  foes  unite  and  friends  desert, 

We'll  seize  the  pj^ize  in  view. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 

And  all  its  moisture  drain. 
A  well,  a  stream,  a  current  flows. 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
Oh  !  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

'Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

4  And  when  thou  niak'st  thy  jewels  up 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown, 


42  HYMN  30. 

When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own ; 

May  we  a  little  band  of  love, 
Be  sinners  sav'd  by  grace ; 

From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd 
Behold  thee  face  to  face ! 


HYMN  30.— P.  M. 

The  Family  Bible. 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection 

Of  youthful  emotions  and  innocent  joy, 

When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affec- 
tion, 

Surrounded  with  mercies,  with  peace  from 
on  high. 

I  still  view  the  chair  of  my  sire  and  my 
mother, 

The  seats  of  their  offspring  as  rang'd  on  each 
hand, 

And  that  richest  bool?  which  excels  every 
other. 

That  family  Bible  which  lay  on  the  stand. 

The  old  fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed 
Bible, 

The  fomily  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration 

At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  de- 
light. 

The  prayer  of  our  siro  was  a  sweet  invoca- 
tion, 


HYMN  31.  43 

For  mercy  by  day,  and  safety  through  night. 

Our  hymns  cf  thanksgiving  with  harmony 
sweUing, 

All  warm  from  the  heart  of  a  family  band, 

Half  rais'd  us  from  earth  to  that. rapturous 
dwelling,  * 

Describ'd  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old  fashioned  Bible,  &c. 
3  Ye  scenes  of  tranquillity  long  have  we  part- 
ed, 

My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no 
more  ; 

In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  Uve  broken  heart- 
ed, 

And    wander    unknown  on  a  for  distant 
shore ; 

Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's  pro- 
tection, 

Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand; 

Oh!  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  cor- 
rection, 

And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old  fashioned  Bible,  &c. 


HYMN  31— C,  M. 

Something  ahoays  new. 

1  Since  Man  by  sin,  has  lost  his  God, 
He  seeks  Creation  through, 
And  vainly  hopes  f^r  solid  bliss, 
In  trying  somethiug  new. 


44  HYMN  32. 

2  The  new  possess'd,like  fading  flowers, 
Soon  loses  its  gay  .hue  ; 
The  bubble  now  no  longer  takes, 
The  soul  wants  something  new. 

3  And  could  we  call  all  Europe  ours, 
With  India,  and  Peru  ; 

The  mind  would  feel  an  aching  void, 
And  still  want  something  new. 

4  But  when  we  feel  the  Saviour's  power, 
All  good  in  him  we  view, 

The  soul  forsakes  its  vain  pursuit 
Nor  seeks  for  something  new. 

5  The  joys  a  dear  Redeemer  brings. 
Will  bear  a  strict  review ; 

Nor  need  we  ever  change  again. 
For  Christ  is  always  new. 

HYMN  32.— P.  M. 

1  See  the  Eternal  Judge  descending. 

Seated  on  his  Father's  throne, 
Nowpoor  sinner,  Christ  will  show  thee 
That  he's  with  the  Father  one. 

Trumpets  call  thee, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  sinner  now  lamenting 

At  the  sight  of  fiercer  pain  ; 
Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 
But  he  weeps  and  cries  in  vain. 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 


HYMN  32.  45 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 
O  !  that  I  had  sought  his  favor 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move  ! 

Doom'd  I'm  justly, 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

4  All  his  wooing  I  have  slighted, 

While  he  daily  sought  my  soul  ; 
^f  my  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  them  all ; 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  they  roll. 

5  There  I  see  my  godly  neighbors 

Who  were  once  despis'd  by  me  ; 
Novv  they're  clad  in  dazzling  splendor, 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see ; 

Farewell,  neighbors  ! 
Dismal  gulf,  I'm  bound  for  thee. 

6  Hail !  ye  ghosts  that  dwell  in  darkness, 

Groaning,  rattling  of  your  chains  ! 
Christ  has  now  pronounc'd  my  sentence, 
I'm  to  dwell  in  endless  pain  ; 

Down  I'm  rolling, 
Never  to  return  again. 

7  Now  experience  plainly  shows  me 

Hell  is  not  a  fabled  thing  ; 
Now  I  see  my  friends  in  glory, 
Round  the  throne  they  ever  sing, 

I'm  tormented 
With  an  everlasting  sting. 


46  HYMN  34. 

HYMN  33.— L.  M. 

1  We've  found  the  rock,  the  travellers  cried, 

0  Halle  Hallelujah, 
The  stone  that  all  the  prophets  tried  j 

O  Halle  Hallelujah, 
Come,  children,  diink  the  balmy  dew, 

O  Halle  Hallelujah, 
'Twas  Christ  who  shed  his  blood  for  you, 

0  Glory  Hallelujah. 

2  This  costly  mixture  cures  the  soul. 
Which  sin  and  guilt  had  made  so  foul; 
0  that  you  would  believe  in  God, 

And  wash  in  Christ's  most  precious  blood. 

3  I'm  glad  I  ever  saw  this  day, 

That  we  might  meet  to  praise  and  pray  : 
O  children,  children,  bear  the  cross, 
And  count  the  world  below  as  dross. 

4  We'll  bear  the  cross  and  wear  the  crown, 
And  by  our  Father's  side  sit  down  ; 

His  grace  will  feed  our  hungry  souls, 
"^^.'hile  love  divine  eternal  rolls. 

5  His  fiery  chariots  make  their  way, 
To  welcome  us  to  endless  day  ; 
There  glitt'ring  millions  we  shall  join, 
To  praise  toe  Prince  of  David's  line. 

UYnh     1.— p.  M. 
1  As  I  lay  musing  on  my  bed, 
I  thought  on  my  Redeemer  ; 


HYMN  34.  47 

My  heart  did  sing,  lo  Christ  my  King, 

Who  did  my  soul  deliver. 
Chorus. 
We're  all  united,  heart  and  hand  ; 

All  in  one  band  completely  : 
We're  marching  through   Immanuel's  land 

Where  the  waters  flow  most  sweetly. 

2  The  mountains  melt,  the  skies  dissolve, 

While  sinners  stand  and  tremble  ; 

•The  saints  rejoice,  to  hear  God's  voice, 

While  Jesus  bids  them  welcome. 

3  Then  I  saw  thousands  hand  in  hand, 

All  on  their  way  to  heaven  ; 
They  were  baptiz'd  in  Jesus'  nr>me, 
And  felt  their  sins  forgiven. 

4  As  they  march'd  on  they  beheld  a  crown 

That  was  by  Jesus  purchas'd.j 
The  sacred  fire  siill  rises  higher, 
While  Jesus  gives  them  conquest. 

5  The  trumpets  sound,  the  nrmies  shout, 

The  hosts  of  hell  are  driven  • 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  souls. 
The  prize  will  soon  be  given. 

6  Vv'hen  we  arrive  at  joys  on  high, 

To  reign  with  Christ  for  ever  ; 
There  we  shall  drink  full  draughts  of  bliss 
From  the  pure  source  of  pleasure. 

7  When  on  the  flowery  plains  we  meet, 

And  range  the  fields  of  glory  5 


48  HYMN   35. 

We'll  shout  and  sing,  to  Christ  our  King, 
And  cast  our  crowns  before  him. 


HYMN  35.— P.  M. 

The  son  of  man  they  did  betray  : 
He  was  conderan'd  and  led  away, 
Think,  0  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day, 

Look  on  mount  Calvary. 
Behold  him  lamb  like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng. 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  lamb  of  God  they  hung 

Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

'Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood  ; 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
The  earth  to  its  firm  centre  rock'd, 
The  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook. 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  hini  mock'd, 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

Now  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 

Behold  !  in  agonies  he  dies  ; 

0  sinners  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

Come  see  bis  torturing  pain. 
The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Elush'd  and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight ; 
The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  affright. 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 


HYMN  35.  49 

4  Hark  1  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son, 
He  cries  for  help,  but  O  there's  none. 
He  treads  the  wine  press  all  alone, 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood. 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry  ; 
"  Eloi,  lama  sabacthani  !" 
Though  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 

The  conq'ring  Son  of  God. 

5  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  of  steel  around  him  stand. 
And  mocking  say,  "  Come  save  the  land. 

Come,  try  thyself  to  free." 
A  soldier  pierc'd  him  when  he  died  ; 
Thence  healing  streams  came  from  his  side, 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucifi'd, 
Stern  justice  now  is  satisfied, 

Sinners,  for  you  and  me  ! 

G  Behold !  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state, 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 
While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 

With  loud  hosannas  tell : 
Though  he  endur'd  exquisite  pain^, 
He  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  ; 
Ye  seraphs  raise  your  hiohest strains, 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains. 
He  conquer'd  Death  and  Hell. 

7  'Tis  done  !  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made : 
Sinners,  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid, 
4 


50  HYMN  36. 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood. 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth   might 

prove. 
And  height  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 

8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  the  sky  ; 
Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die. 

Glory  to  him  be  given  ; 
While  heav'n  above,  his  praise  resounds  : 

0  Zion  sing — his  grace  abounds  ; 

1  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 

In  flaming-love,  which  knows  no  bounds, 
When  swallow'd  up  in  heav'n. 

HYMN  36.— L.  M. 

1  Young  people  all  attention  give, 

W'hile  I  address  you  in  God's  name, 
Ye,  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 

Come  hear  the  counsels  of  a  friend. 

2  I've  sought  for  bliss  in  gUttering  toys. 

And  rang'd  the  luring  scenes  of  vice, 
But  ne/pr  knew  substantial  joys, 
Until  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice. 

3  lie  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  took  my  load  of  guilt  away. 
He  gave  me  glory,  peace  and  heaven, 
And  thus  f  found  the  heavenly  M^y. 


HYMN  36.  51 

4  And  now,  with  trembling  sense  I  view 
The  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet, 

For  death  eternal  waits  for  you, 

Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  trnlh. 

6  Youth,  like  the  spring,  will  soon  be  gone, 
By  fleeting  time,  or  conquering  death. 

Your  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 
And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark. 

6  Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks 
Must  wither  like  the  blasted  rose. 

The  coffin  muffler,  winding  sheet, 
Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 

7  Ye  heedless  ones,  that  wildly  stroll, 
The  grave  will  soon  become  your  bed, 

Where  silence  reigns  and  vapours  roll 
In  solemn  darkness  round  your  head. 

8  Your  friends  will  pass  the  lonesome  place, 
And  with  a  sigh  move  slow  along, 

Still  gazing  on  the  spires  of  grass, 

With  which  your  graves  are  overgrown. 

9  Your  souls  will  land  in  darker  realms. 
Where  vengeance  reigns,  and  billovf-s  roar 

And  roll  amid  the  burning  flames, 

When  thousand,  thousand  years  arc  o'er. 

10  Still  sunk  in  shades  of  endless  night, 
To  groan  and  howl  in  ceaseless  pain, 

And  never  more  behold  the  light, 
And  never,  never  riae  again. 


52  HYMN  37. 

11  Ye  blooming  youth,  this  is  the  state 
Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse ; 

And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late, 
The  way  of  hfe  is  Christ  to  choose. 

12  Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 
No  longer  fight  against  your  God, 

But  with  the  Gospel  now  comply, 

And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


HYMN  37.— P.  M. 

The  voice  of  Free  Grace 

Cries  escape  to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  has  opened  a  fountain ; 
For  sin  and  trangression 

And  every  pollution, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely 

In  streams  of  ablution. 


Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb 

Who  has  purchas'd  our  pardon, 
We  will  praise  him  again 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

That  fountain  so  clear, 

In  which  all  may  find  pardon, 
From  Jesus'  side  flows 

In  plenteous  redemption.; 
Though  your  sins  were  increas'd 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 


HYMN  38.  53 

His  blood  it  flows  freely ; 
O  come  to  this  fountain. 

Hallelujah,  &o. 

0  Jesus,  ride  on, 

Thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
Over  sin,  death  and  hell, 

Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious, 
Thy  name  shall  be  prais'd 

In  the  great  congregation, 
•And  saints  shall  delight 

In  ascribing  salvation. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

When  on  Zion  we  stand, 

Having  gain'd  the  blest  shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands 

We  will  praise  him  evermore  ; 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields 

On  the  banks  of  ihe  river, 
And  sing  hallelujah 

For  ever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 


HYMN  38.— P.  M. 

1  Jesus,  at  thy  command, 

I  launch  into  the  deep ; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep. 
For  tbea  I  would  the  woild  resign, 
And  sail  to  hv>aven  v>'ith  thee  and  thine. 


54  HYMN  36. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise  ; 

My  compass  is  thy  word ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord  ! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Tho'  rocks  and  quicksands  deep, 

Through  all  my  passage  lie, 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye; 
My  anchor,  hope,,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  ev'ry  boist'rous  storm  outride. 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest  ; 
My  soul  thy  sails  expand, 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast ! 
O  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  wind  and  waves  distress  no  more. 

5  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie. 

And  storms  forbear  to  toss, 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh, 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss ; 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempest  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

6  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 

A  prc^iperous  gale  of  grace  ; 
Vv  aft  Hi -3  frouj  all  below, 

To  hu^ven,  my  destin'd  place  ; 
Then 'in  fall  sail  my  port  I'll  find^ 
And  leavo  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


HYMN  39.  55 


HYMN  39.— L.  M. 


1  To-Dat,  if  you  muU  hear  his  voice. 
Now  is  the  lime  to  make  your  choice, 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  t 

2  Say,  will  you  be  for  ever  blest, 
And  with  this  glorious  Jesus  rest  ? 
Will  you  be  sav'd  from  guilt  and  pain  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign  ? 

3  Make  now  your  choice,  d.nd  halt  no  more, 
For  now  he's  waiting  for  the  poor ; 

Say  now,  poor  souls,  what  will  you  do  t 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

4  Your  sports,  and  all  your  glittering  toys, 
Compar'd  with  our  celestial  joys, 

Like  momentary  dreams  appear. 
Come,  go  with  us,  your  souls  are  dear. 

5  Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell ; 
Resolv'd  with  devils  there  to  dwell  t 
Still  we  will  weep,  lament  and  cry, 
That  God  may  change  you  ere  you  die. 

6  Then,  blooming  friends,  a  long  farewell ; 
We're  boimd  to  heaven,  but  you  to  hell; 
Still  God  may  hear  us  wliile  we  pray, 
And  change  you  ere  the  burning  day. 


56  HYMN  41. 

HYMN  40 S.  M. 

1  The  (lay  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 

The  day  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  wo  early  rise, 

And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 

0  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 

The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

HYMN  41.— P.  M. 

1  The  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near, 
The  ange'-  all  with  their  sharp  sickles  appear, 
To  reap  down  the  wheat,    and  gather  it  in 

barns, 
While  the  wild  planii  of  nature  are  left  for^ 
burn. 


HYMN  41.  57 

2  Come, then,  0  my  bouI,  meditate  on  that  day, 
When  all  things  in  nature  shall  cease  and 

decay ; 
When  the   trumpet  shall  sound,,  the  angels 

appear, 
To  reap  down  the  earth,  both  the  wheat  and 

the  tare. 

3  But  hear  the  sad  cry,'ascend  to  the  sky, 
Of  those  in  distress  that,  have  no  where  to  fly  ; 
They'll  call  for  the  rocks  and  mountains  to 

fall, 
On  their  wretched  soul?,  for  to  hide  them 
withal. 

4  But  'twill  all  be  in  vain,  the  mountains  will 

flee. 

The  rocks  fly  like  hailstones,  and  shall  no 
more  be  ; 

The  earth  it  shall  quake,  the  seas  shall  re- 
tire, 

And  the  sohd  world  shall  be  all  on  fire. 

5  But  hear  the  great  Judge,  in  that  dread 

alarm, 
Saying  Gather  my  saints,  bring  them  all  to 

my  arms, 
That  the  seven  last  plagues  may  bepour'd  out 

on  those 
Who   have  blasphem'd  my  name,   and    my 

saints  have  oppos'd. 

6  Then,  O  wretehed    sinners,  look  up  and 

espy 


5.3  HYMN  42. 

The  glorious  Redeemer,  nmrching  down  the 

sky  ; 
In  a  chariot  of  fire  to  the  earth  he  is  bound, 
With  a  guard  of  bright  angels  attending  him 

down. 

7  Come  hither,  ye  nations,  your  sentence  re- 

ceive, 
No    longer  my  Spirit  shall  strive    and    be 

griev'd  ; 
My  sentence  is  right,  my  judgment  is  just. 
Come  hither,  ye    blest,  but    depart,    all  ye 

curst. 

8  0  sinners,  take  vrarning,  and  seek  ye  the 
I  have  not    been  jcFting,    'tis    Jesus'  [Lord 

own  word, 
That  those  who  believe  in  glory  shall  stand, 
While  all  unbelievers  are  sure  to  be  damn'd. 

9  Now  farewell,  I  leave  you  to  ponder  your 

way  ; 
May  the  Lord  seal  instruction  from  what  I 

eay, 
That  our  souls  to  God's  throne  may  be  pour'd 

out  in  prayer, 
That  we  may  bo  prepar'd  ^to  meet  Chriist  in 

the  air. 

liYMri'42.— P.  M. 

J  What  think. ye  of  Christ  7  is  the  test. 
To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme ; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 


HYMN    42.  59 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 
As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 
And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 
A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 

Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nof  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost ; 

'So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  could  not  confide  in  his  word, 

Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  could  call  him  my  Lord. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  the  plan, 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 
When  they  have  done  all  that. they  can. 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 
(A  httle  they  own  they  may  fail) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight 
By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 

4  Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 
And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys  j 

Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 
And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys, 
Like  Judas,  The  Saviour  they  kiss, 
And  while  they  salute  him  betray, 
Ah  !  what  will  profession  like  this, 
Avail  in  that  terrible  day ! 


60  HYMN  43. 

5  If  asked  what  of  Jesus  I  think  1  ^ 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
I  say  he's  my  meet  and  my  drink, 
My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store, 
My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my  friend. 
My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall, 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end. 
My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all. 


HYMN  43.— P.  M. 

1  Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 

At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart ; 
Novi^  in  heaven  he's  interceding, 
Undertaking  sinner's  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  a  Saviour  ? 

Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  he  died  for  your  behaviour, 

Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 

2  Now  he  pleads  his  sweat  and  bloodshed, 
Shows  his  wounded  hands  and  feet ; 

Father,  save  them  though  they're  blood  red, 
Raise  them  to  a  heavenly  seat. 

3  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 
Hear  his  gracious  voice  to  day ; 

Turn  from  all  your  vain  behaviour, 
O  repent !  return  and  pray. 

4  0  be  -wise  before  you  languish 
On  the  bed  of  dymg  strife  I 


HYMN  44.  61 

Endless  joy,  or  dreadful  anguish, 
Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life. 

5  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 
Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee  ; 

See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shines  around  on  you  and  me. 

6  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him ; 
Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in  ; 

Now  receive,  and  0  adore  him ! 
■  Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 

HYMN  44.— P.  M. 

1  The  blessed  Jesus,  loving  Saviour, 
He  hascall'd  on  me  to  go  ; 

In  the  vineyard,  I  must  labor, 

Or  on  me  must  come  the  wo. 
Farewell,  dear  friends  and  loving  neighbors, 

The  gospel  trumpet  I  must  blow, 
And  sound  salvation  to  poor  sinners, 

Or  on  me  must  come  the  wo. 

2  Say  not  four  months  then  comes  the  t  , 

vest ; 

The  fields  are  white,  the  harvest  near. 
He  that  reaps  receiveth  wages, 

As  from  scripture  doth  appear, 
Then  for  my  Jesus  I  will  travel, 

O'er  mountains  high  and  vallies  low, 
To  seek  a  bride  for  my  dear  master ; 

For  the  word  to  me  is,  Go. 


62  HYMN  44. 

3  0  hark,  poor  sinner,  will  you  hear  me  ? 
Will  you  have  my  Christ  or  no  t 

To  you  my  errand  is  directed, 

Will  3'ou  with  my  Saviour  go  ? 
Say,  poor  sinners,  will  you  hear  me  ? 

Will  you  have  my  Christ  or  no  1 
The  blessed  Jesus  now  invites  you, 

Now  he  calls  on  you  to  go. 

4  0  come,  poor  mourners,  who  feel  wounded, 
Though  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 

Let  your  hopes  on  Christ  be  founded, 
Prepare  to  meet  him  in  the  skies. 

If  your  sins  appear  like  crimson, 

He'll  wash  your  souls  as  white  as  snow  ; 

O  come,  dear  mourner,  to  the  Saviour, 
Come,  and  feel  the  pardon  flow. 

6  O  come,  backsliders,  who  have  wander'd, 

Who  so  long  have  gone  astray ; 
Come,  rebellious  wandering  children, 

Jesus  meets  you  on  the  way, 
For  the  fatted  calf  is  killed. 

All  things  are  ready  now,  I  know. 
Wine  on  the  lees  and  well  refined. 

So  farewell  wand'rers,  I  must  go. 

■6  Yc  little  lambs  of  my  Redeemer, 

Ye  who  feed  in  pastures  green  ; 
Follow,  follow  Christ  your  leader, 

Ever  let  your  light  be  seen . 
Ever  mind  and  love  each  other  ; 

Shun  the  peth  that  leads  to  wo, 


HYMN  45.  63 


And  travel  on  the  way  together, 
So  farewell,  brethren,  I  must  go. 


HYMN  45.— P.  M. 

1  The  great  tremendous  day's  approaching, 
The  awful  scene  is  drawing  nigh ! 

Was  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 

Decreed  from  all  eternity. 
But  O,  my  soul,  retlect  and  wonder ! 
.That  awful  scene  is  drawing  near, 
When  you  shall  see  that  great  transaction, 
When  Christ  in  judgment  shall  appear. 

2  See  nature  stand  all  in  amazerricnt, 
To  hear  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound. 

Arise  ye  dead,  a.nd  come  to  judgment, 

Ye  nations  of  the  world  around  ! 
Loud  thunders .  rumbling  through  the  concave 

Bright  forked  lightnings  part  the  skies  ; 
The  heavens  are  shaking,  the  earth  is  quak- 
ing, 

The  gloomy  sight  attracts  mine  eyes. 

3  The  orbit  lamps  all  veil'd  in  sa  -"kcloth. 
No  more  their  shining  circuits  rt^n  ; 

The  wheel  of  time  stops  in  a  mornc»it, 

Eternal  things  are  now  begun. 
Huge  massy  rocks  and  towering  niouiiialn~ 

Over  their  tumbling  bases  roar ; 
The  raging  ocean  a.!  I  in  commotion, 

Is  hov'ring  round  her  frighted  shore. 


64  HYMN  45. 

4  Green  turfy  grave-yards  and  tombs  of  mar- 

ble, 

Give  up  their  dead  both  small  and  great  ; 
See  the  whole  world  both  saints  and  sinners, 

Are  coming  to  the  judgment  seat. 
See  Jesus  on  the  throne  of  Justice, 

Comes  thundering  down  the  parted  skies, 
With  countless  armies  of  shining  angels, 

_With  hallelujahs  shout  for  joy. 

5  Bright  shining  streams  from  his  awful  pres- 

ence ; 
His  face  ten  thousand  suns  outshine  I 
.  Behold  him  coming  in  power  and  glory ! 

To  meet  liirn  all  his  saints  combine. 
Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  with  speed  like  light- 
ning. 
Call  in  my  saints  from  distant  land. 
Those  that  my  blood  from  sins  have  ransom'd 
Whose  names  on  life's  fair  book  do  stand. 

6  0  come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
The  purchase  of  my  dying  love  ;. 

'  iReceivc  the  crowns  of  life  and  glory. 
Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above. 
For  your  dear  souls  which  have  continued 
With  me  and  my  temptations  bore, 

■^  I  have  provided  for  you  a  kingdom, 
To  reign  vv'ith  me  for  evermore. 

/  See  Jn    ice  now  witli  mdignation, 
£^    CalUng  aloud  for  sinner's  blood  ; 
Thoso  that  have  sligHed  offer'd  mercy  ; 


HYMN  46.  e 

And  crucified  the  Son  of  God  ; 
Depart  from  me  ye  cursed  sinners  ; 

My  face  you  never  more  shall  see  ; 
Be  banish'd  from  my  peaceful  presence, 

To  dreaded  wo  and  misery.. 

8  See  guilty  souls  then  struck  with  horror, 

And  anguish  throbbing  in  their  breasts, 
Behold  them  doom'd  to  hopeless  sorrow, 

And  never  more  to  look  for  rest. 
Come  sinners,  here's  a  faithful  warning, 

Return  to  Jesus  while  you  may, 
For  he  is  ready  to  forgive  yoa, 

Or  else  you  must  depart  away. 


HYMN  46.— P.  M. 

Through  tribulation's  deep 

The  way  to  glory  is, 

This  stormy  course  I  keep, 

On  these  tempestuous  seas. 
By  wave  and  winds  I'm  tost  and  driven, 
Freighted  with  grace  and  bound  to  heaven. 

Sometimes  temptations  blow 

A  dreadful  hurricane, 

And  high  the  waters  flaw. 

And  o'er  the  sides  break  in  ; 
But  still  my  little  ship  outbraves 
The  blust'ring  winds  and  surging  waves. 

When  I,  in  my  distress, 
My  anchor,  hope,  can  cast 
5 


66  HYMN  46. 

Within  the  promises, 

It  holds  my  vessel  fast ; 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides, 
'Midst  stormy  blasts  and  swelling  tides. 

4  .   If  a  dead  calm  ensues, 

And  heaven  no  breezes  give, 

The  oar  of  prayer  I  use, 

I  tug  and  toil  and  strive  ; 
Through  storms  and  calms  for  many  a  day 
I  make  but  very  little  way. 

5  But  when  a  heavenly  breeze 
Springs  up  and  fills  my  sail. 
My  vessel  goes  with  tjise 
Before  the  pleasant  gales. 

And  runs  as  niucli  an  hour,  or  more, 
As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

G       Hid  by  the  clouds  from  sight. 

The  sun  doth  not  appear, 

No!"  can  I  in  the  night 

BehoM  the  moon  or  star ; 

r-ractimesfor  days  and  weeks  or  more, 

I  cannot  see  the  sky  or  shore. 

'V       f\{i  nt  t.hn  tirrf  of  noon 

:>:ii,iaU},,I  take, 
,;  y  Ciuist  wy  sun, 
If  lir^  the,  clouds  .'hou'.d  break, 
riii  uappywhen  hif  face  I  see, 
I  know  then  whereabout  I  be. 


1 

HYMN  46.  67, 

S       The  Bible  is  my  chart, 

By  it  the  seas  I  know  ; 

I  cannot  with  it  part, 

Its  rocks  and  sands  doth  show. 
It  is  a  chart  and  compass  too, 
Whose  needle  points  forever  true. 

9  I  keep  aloof  from  pride. 
Those  rocks  I  pass  with  ca're  ; 
I  studiously  avoid 

The  whirlpool  of  despair. 
Presumption's  quicksands  too  I  shun, 
Near  them  I  do  not  choose  to  ran. 

10  When  through  a  strait  I  go. 
Or  near  some  coast  am  drove. 
The  plummet  forth  I  throw^ 
And  thus  my  safety  prove. 

The  Scripture  is  the  line  which  I 
Fathom  the  depth  of  water  by. 

11  My  vessel  would  be  lost 
In  spite  of  all  my  care. 
But  that  tho  Holy  Ghost 
Himself  vouchsafes  to  steer. 

And  I  through  all  my  voyag-o  v'iil 
Depend  upon  ray  Steersman  stil- . 

12  Ere  I  reach  heaven's  coasi, 
T  must  a  gulf  pass  through, 
Which  dreadful  nroves  to  most- ; 
For  all  this  passage  go; 

But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'erwheii.., 
If  God  himself  is  at  my  helpi' 


68  HYMN  47. 

13  When  through  this  gulf  I  get, 

Though  rough,  it  is  but  short, 

The  pilot  angels  meet, 

To  bring  me  into  port; 

And  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore, 

I  shall  be  safe  for  evermore. 


HYMN  47.~C.  M. 

1  What  poor  despised  company 
Of  travellers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  j'onder  narrow  way, 
Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 

;^^  "  Ah,  these  are  of  a  royal  line 
All  children  of  a  King  ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  lo,  for  joy  they  sing." 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 

And  why  so  much  despised  ? 
•*  Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen 
The  world  is  not  apprised." 

4  But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distress'd, 

And  lacking  daily  bread, 
**'Ah,  they're  of  boundless  wealth  possess'd, 
With  hidden  manna  fed." 

5  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road. 

That  rugged  thorny  maze  ? 
"  Why  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod, 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways." 


HYMN  48.  G9 

6  Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  path 

That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 
"  Because  that  is  the  road  to  death. 
The  open  road  to  hell." 

7  What !  is  there  then  no  other  road, 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
"  Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
No  other  can  be  found." 


HYMN  4S.— P.  M. 
1  Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  raust  be  gone, 

1  have  no  home  to  stay  with  you ; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  1  a  better  world  do  view. 

Farewell,  farewell,  fareweU, 
My  loving  friends  farewell. 

2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortals'  care  or  bliss  ; 

I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

Farewell,  &c. 

3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love  ; 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

Farewell,  &c. 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross. 
You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heav'n  ; 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross  ; 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

Farewell,  &c. 


70  HYMN  49. 

5  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 
Sore  conflicts  yet  await  for  yoa^ 
Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road. 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 

Farewell,  &c. 

6  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners  too, 
It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here ; 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you  ; 

0  turn  and  find  salvation  near, 
O  turn,  0  turn,  O  turn, 
And  find  salvation  near. 

HYMN  49.— L.  M. 

1  Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends 
And  taste  the  pleasL^•e  Jesus  sends  ; 

Xet  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory  ; 

If  we  but  watch  and  strive  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  hi  the  good  old  way. 

3  O,  good  old  way,  how  sweet  thou  art; 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart, 

But  may  our  actions  always  say. 
We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

4  Then,  far  beyond  this  mortal  shores 
We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  the  day, 

y  muAching  in  the  good  old  wry. 


HYMN  50.  71 

HYMN  50.— P.  M. 

1  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is 

at  hand, 
That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band  ; 
Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away, 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for 

awliile, 
We'll   soon  meet  again  if  kind   Providence 

smile, 
But  when  we  are  parted  and  scatter'd  abroad 
We'll  pray  for  each  other  and  wrestle  with 

God. 

3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be. 

discharg'd, 
The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasures  en- 

larg'd. 
With  shouting  and  singing,  tho'  Jordan  may 

roar. 
We'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  on  the  shore. 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who're  listed  • 

for  war, 
Sore  trials  await  3'pu,  but  Jesus  is  near  j 
Altho'  you  must  travel  the  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  to 

bliss. 

5  The  world  and  the  devil  and  hell  all  unite, 
And  bold  persecution  will  try  you. to  fright/ 


73  HYMN  50. 

But  Jesus  stands  for  you,  who's  stronger  than 

he?  ^ 

Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 

6  Farewell,  seeking  mourners  with  sad  bro- 
ken heart, 

O  hasten  to  Jesus  and  choose  the  good  part, 
He's  full  of  compassion  and  mighty  to  save. 
His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 

7  Farewell,  careless  sinner,  for  you  I  do  mourn. 
To  tliink  of  your  danger  while  quite  uncon- 

cern'd ; 

I've  heard  of  the  judgment  where  all  must  ap- 
pear. 

There  you  will  stand  trembling  with  torment- 
ing fear. 

8  Your  frolics  and  pastimes  in  which  you  de- 

light, 

Will  serve  to  torment  you  with  dreadful  af- 
fright. 

You'll  think  of  those  sermons  that  you've 
heard  in  vain, 

All  hopes  gone  forever,  of  hearing  again. 

9  Farewell,   faithful   Christians,   farewell  all 

around, 
Perhaps  we'll  not  meet  till  the  last  trump  shall 

sound.  <rfB*> 

To  meet  you  in  glory  I'll  give  you  my  hand  j 
Our  Saviour  to  praise  in  a  pure  social  band. 


HYMN  5l.  :3 

HYMN  51.— P.  M. 

1  0  THOU,  in  whose  presence  ray  soul  takes 

delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all ; 
Where  dnst  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pastm*e  of  love  ? 
Oh  why  in  the  valley  of  death  shall  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove'.' 

2  0  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 
And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice,  when  my  sorrows  they 
see, 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  ye  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 

And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  ? 

3  This  my  beloved  is  his  form  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around  ; 
The  locks  on  his  head    are  as   grapes  on  the 
vino, 

Wlifin  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 
The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  t^at  grow 

In  the  vales,  "on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his    cheeks   in  the  beauty  of  excellence 
blow, 

And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  9f  beams ! 


74  HYMN  52. 

4  His  voice,  as  the   sound  of  the  dulcimer 

sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet. 
The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 
His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace  ; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

5  Love  sits  in  his  eyelids  and  scatters  delight 
Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high ; 

Their  faces  the  cherubims  veilin  his  sight, 
And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 

He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angel's  rejoice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 

He  speaks — and  eternity,  iill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 


HYMN  52.— P.  M. 

1  The  song  of  salvation  it  is  so  divine, 
There's   music  and    melody  in    every  line ! 
It  was  sung  by  the  Hebrews  vdien  deliver- 
ance they  found. 

When  old  Simeon  finds  Jesus  sweet  praises 
doth  sound. 

2  There  is  a  day  coming  when  louder  we'll 

sing, 
Sweet  anthems  of  praises  to  Jesus  our  King  j 


HYMN   53.  75 

Then  we  shall  mount  up  from  all  sorrow  and 

pain, 
The  kingdom  of  heaven  eternally  gam. 

3  0  sinners,  we're  travelling  to  yonder  bright 

world, 
From  which  by  transgression  the  angels  were 

hurl'd, 
We  bid  you  a  final  eternal  farewell. 
Unless  you're  converted  you'll  sink  down  to 

hell. 

4  Awake,  0  poor  sinners,  awake  from  your 

sin, 
To  call  on  the  Saviour  this  moment  begin  j- 
Bu^  if  you  neglect  it  again  and  again,  .; 

When  God  speaks  your  sentence  we  must  say" 

Amen. 


HYMN  53.— P.  M. 

1  0  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 
With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at  thy 

feet ; 
In  sacrifice  ofier  my  soul,  flesh  and  blood- 
Thou  art  my  Redeemer,  who  brought  me  to 

God. 

2  All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vaio, 
They  cannot  unriddle  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
I'm  sure  if  the  tongue  of  an  angel  were  mine, 
I  could  not  this  mystery  completely  define. 

3  I'm  happy,  I'm  happy,  0  wondrous  ac- 

count ! 


76  HYMN  54. 

My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount ; 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  Jesus  and  angels  my  kindred  so  dear. 

4  0  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  with  thee  I  am  blest ! 
My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy  and  my  rest ! 
Thy  name  be  my  theme,  and  thy  love  be  my 

song  ; 
Thy  grace   shall  inspire  my    heart  and  my 
tongue. 

5  0  who's    like    my   saviour,  he's  Salem's 

bright  King; 
■He  smiles  and  he  loves  me,  and  learns  me  to 

I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  with  notes  loud 

and  shrill. 
While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  doth  fill. 


HYMN  54.— L.  M. 

1  What  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat ; 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  j 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love. 

Brings   every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  ceasse  to  fight^ 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright, 


HYMN  55. 


77  ] 


And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  When  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side  ; 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amelek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creature's  ears ' 

•     With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  cares. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent,   • 
Your  cheerful  song  would  often  be, 
Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me. 

HYMN  55.— P.    M. 

1  Ye  soldiers  of  Jesus, 

Pray  stand  to  your  arms  ; 
Prepare  for  the  battle. 
The  gospel  alarms, 
The  trumpets  are  sounding,  come,  soldiers, 

and  see, 
The  standard  of  Jesus,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Though  Satan's  black  trumpet 

Is  sounding  so  near, 
Take  courage,  brave  soldiers. 
His  armies  we  dare  : 
In  the  Strength  of  King  Jesus  we  dare  him  to 

fight, 
We'll  put  his  black  armies  of  aliens  to  flight. 


78  HYMN  55. 

3  In  the  mount  of  salvation, 

in  Christ's  armory, 
There's  swords,  shields  and  breast  plates, 
And  helmets  for  thee. 
O  be  not  faint  hearted,  though  he  roars  like  a 

flood, 
He'll  not  stand  before  the  bright  armies  of 
God. 

4  Behold  allUie  armies 

Are  now  marching  home, 
God's    trumpet  is  sounding, 
And  bids  them  to   come  ; 
All  Zicn's  fair  armies  together  do  meet, 
And  lay  down  their  armor  at  Jesus'  feet. 

5  The  angelic  army 

With   Zion  combines ; 
In  robes  of  bright  glory 
Eternally  shines  ; 
All  shouting  and  singing  on  Canaan's  bright 

shore, 
Where  wars  and  commotions  can  meet  them 
no  more. 

6  We'll  join  the  bright  harpers 

In  anthems  divine. 
Whose  crowns  with  bright  diamonds 
The  sun  doth  outshine, 
To  the  praise  of  King  Jesus  we'll  tone  our 

harps  then, 
Salvation  and  glory  to  Jesus,  Amen. 


HYMN  56.  79 

HYMN  56.— P.  M. 

The  Minister's  Farewell, 

1  Farewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
The  gospel  sounds  the  jubilee  j 
My  stammering  tongue  shall  sound  alcud, 
From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea  ; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 

2  Farewell,  in  bonds  of  union  dear, 
"Like  strings  you  twine  about  my  heart; 

I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  prayer, 
Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part, 

Till  we  shall  meet  in  worlds  above, 

Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewell  my  earthly  friends  beiovv-, 
Although  so  kind  and  dear  to  me  ; 
My  Jesus  calls  and!  must  go 

To  sound  the  .gospel  j  ubilee ; 

To  sound*the  joy  and  bear  the  rov  - 
To  Gentile  world,  and  royal  Jews. 

4  Farewell,  young  people  one  and  rJ!, 
While  God  to  me  my  breath  will  give 
I'll  pray  to  the  Eternal  All, 

That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live 
That  your  dear  soule?  prepared  be 
May  reign  in  bliss  eternally. 

:>  Farewell  to  all  below  the  Sun  ; 
And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 
The  path  is  straight,  ray  feet  shall  run, 


80  HYMN  57. 

And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  g« — 
And  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 


HYMN  57  —P.  M. 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go, 
Can  you  sport  "upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide, 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command, 
Soon  will  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 

And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 


Then  be  intreated  now  to  stop, 
For  unless  you  warning  take, 

Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  ^drop 
Into  a  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  3^0 u  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you   not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  groat  day, 

When  his  judgment  will  proclaim; 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Ghastly  deajh  will  quickly  come. 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar, 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom. 


HY;|>IN  58.  81 

Will  fill  you  with  despair. 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd  j 

Sins  of  a  blood  crimson  dye  ; 
Each  for  vengeance  cry  aloud, 

And  what  will  you  reply  1 

4  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 
•  (Tho'  they  now  despise  his  grace  ;) 
"Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide,  us  from  his  face." 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope. 

You  may  his  mercy  knovv  ; 
Tho'  his  arm  be  lifted  up. 

He  still  forbears  the  blow. 
It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died  j 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come  ; 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied  ; 

He  says  there  still  is  room. 


HYiMN  58.— C.   M. 

1  Jesus,  the  visions  of  thy  face 

Have  overpowering  charms  ;- 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  ray  arms. 

2  Then  while  you  hear  my  heart  strings  break 

How  sweet  the  minutes  roll, 
6 


82  HYMN  59. 

A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
But  glory  in  my  soul. 

3  Clasp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 
I  could  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  amid  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 


HYMN  59.— L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be  ? 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee ! 
Asham'd  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  , 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  Sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine. 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon ! 
»Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star,  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend. 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No !  when  1  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away  ; 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 


HYMN  60. 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashara'd  of  me. 

7  His  institutions  I  will  prfze, 

Take  up  the  cross,  the  shame  despise , 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 


HYMN  60.— P.  M. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 

Where  streams  of  joy  forever  roll, 
'Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  hope  to  rest  my  soul. 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray  j 
But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 

A  light  has  shone  along  my  way. 

2  My  way  is  full  of  trials  ; 

But  it's  the  path  that  leads  to  God  ; 
Then  like  a  valiant  soldier, 

I'll  dauntless  keep  the  happy  road. 
Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 

My  helmet,  breast  plate,  and  my  shield, 
And  fight  the  hosts  of  Satan, 

Until  I  gain  the  heavenly  field. 

3  I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 

Still  guided  by  my  Saviour's  hand  ; 
0  come  along,  dear  sinner, 
'       And  see  Immanuel's  happy  land. 


84  HYMN  60. 

To  all  that  stay  behind  me, 

T  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell ! 
O  come,  or  you'll  repent  it, 

When  you  do  reach  the  gates  of  hell ! 

4  The  vale  of  tears  surrounds  me, 

And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before ! 
0  how  I  stand  and  tremble, 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar ! 
Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me  ; 

And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there ; 
From  sinking  down  to  darkness, 

And  to  the  regions  of  despair. 

5  The  waves  shall  not  affright  me. 

Although  they're  deeper  than  the  grave, 
If  Jesus  will  stand  by  mc, 

I'll  ride  on  Jordan's  waves : 
His  word  has  calm'd  the  ocean ; 

His  lamp  has  cheer'd  the  gloomy  vale  j 

0  may  this  friend  be  with  me, 

When  through  the  gates  of  death  I  sail. 

G  Then  come,  thou  king  of  terrors, 

And  with  thy  weapons  lay  me  low ! 

1  soon  shall  reach  that  region. 

Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow  ; 
Now,  Christians,  I  must  leave  you, 

A  few  more  days  to  suffer  here  ; 
Through  grace  I  soon  shall  meet  you  ; 

My  soul  exults,  I'm  almost  there. 

7  But  Oh  the  thoughtless  company 

That  crovrd  the  road  that  loads  to  wo ; 


HYMN  61.  as 

For  them  I'm  fill'd  with  sympathy  ; 

I  soon  must  bid  them  a  long  adieu! 
O  sinners,  must  I  leave  you  ! 

No  more  to  join  your  social  band? 
No  more  to  stand  before  you, 

Till  at  the  judgment  seat  we  stand. 

8  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  ol  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll. 
Then  shall  I  see  my  Saviour, 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels,  come 
To  execute  his  vengeance, 

And  take  his  ransom'd  people  home. 


HYMN  61.— P.  M. 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prc-pare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray. 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring  ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
i.ord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  fiee  from  guilt. 


86  HYMN  62. 

4  Lord !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  ray  breast; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  facej 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
Vrint  thine  own  resemblance  there. 

6  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

7  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Lot  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


HYMN  62.— P.  M. 

1  Why  stand  ye  here  idle, 

My  friends,  all  the  day  ? 
Your  moments  are  fleeting. 

They'll  soon  pass  away  ! 
The  market  is  open, 

The  store  you  may  see. 
Then  come,  take  in  welcome, 

All  things  here  are  free. 

2  Here's  mercy  and  pardon. 

Here's  love  and  free  grace, 
Here's  strong  consolation, 


HYMN  62.  ^7 


Here's  great  joy  and  peace, 
Here's  hope  for  the  hopeless, 

The  weary  find  rest, 
Here's  all  things  in  plenty 

For  poor  and  distress'd. 

3  Here  are  clothes  for  the  naked. 

Here  all  may  be  clad, 
Here  is  bread  for  the  hungry. 

Here  souls  may  be  fed ; 
Here's  manna  from  heaven, 

This  food  is  divine, 
Fat  things  full  of  marrow. 

And  wine  well  refin'd. 

4  Here  is  oil,  milk  and  honeyj^ 

A  plenty  in  store, 
Sufficient  for  thousands, 

Yea,  millions  and  more  ; 
Here's  balm  ^or  the  wounded, 

Here's  strength  for  the  weak. 
Here  cordials  divine 

Are  prepared  for  the  sick. 

5  Then  come,  all  ye  needy. 

Ye  poor  and  distress'd. 
Come,  and  receive  freely. 

And  be  ever  bless'd  ; 
0  come,  without  money, 

To  Jesus  and  buy. 
Then  love  him  and  praise  hini 

For  ever  on  high. 


SS  HYMN  64. 

HYMN  63.— P.  M. 

1  All  who  seek  a  throne  of  grace, 
Find  one  may  in  every  place  j 

To  those  who  lore  a  hie  of  prayer 
Our  God  is  present  every  where. 

2  In.pining  sickness,  or  in  health, 
In  poverty  or  growing  wealth, 
The  humble  soul  delights  in  prayer, 
And  God  is  present  every  where. 

3  WhenZion  mourns  and  comforts  fail. 
And  all  her  foes  do  scoff  and  rail ; 
'Tis  then  a  time  for  secret  prayer. 
For  God  is  present  every  where. 

'4  When  some  backslide,  and  others  fall, 
And  few  are  found  that  strive  at  all, 
The  faithful  find  in  secret  prayer, 
That  God  is  present  every  where. 

5  0  then,  my  soul,  in  every  straight, 
'o  the  Almighty  come  and  wait ; 
V  ho  sees,  and  every  sigh  does  hear, 
a\d  he  will  answer  all  true  prayer. 


HYMN  64.— S.  M. 

ISIt  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
cannot  live  if  then  remove. 
For  thou  ait  all  in  all. 


HYMN  64.  89 

2       Thy  shining,  graca  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell  ; 
'Tis  paradise  when  ihou  art  here, 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell. 

3  The  smilings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are  ! 

'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  else  but  there. 

4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  own  their  bliss  ; 

They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  wdiere  Jesus  is. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 

If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
Can  one  delight  afford  ; 

No,  not  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll  ; 

The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul.   - 

8  To  thee  my  spirits  fly 
With  infinite  desire  ; 

And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  ; 
Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher. 


90  HYMN  60. 

HYMN  65.— P.  M. 

1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 

Let  us  each  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace ; 
O  refresh  us,  0  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation, 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound, 
,Mav  thy  presence,  may  thy  presence 
With  us  ever  more  be  found. 

3  So  whene'er  the  signal's  given. 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away. 

Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven. 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 
May  we  ever,  may  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 

HYMN  66.— P.  M. 
Indian  Hymn. 

Ik  de  dark  wood,  no  Indian  nigh, 
Den  me  look  Heaven,  and  send  up  cry, 

•  Upon  my  knee  so  low ; 
Den  God  on  high  in  shining  place, 
See  me  in  night  wid  teary Jgice, 
De  priest  he  tell  me  m. 


HYMN  67.  91 

2  He  send  he  angel  take  me  care, 
He  come  heself  to  hear  me  prayer, 

If  Indian  heart  do  pray  ; 
He  see  me  now,  he  know  me  here, 
He  say  J  poor  Indian  neber  fear, 

Me  wid  you  night  and  day. 

3  So  me  lub  God  wid  inside  heart, 
He  fight  for  me,  he  take  um  part, 

He  save  um  hfe  before  ; 
•  God  lub  poor  Indian  in  de  wood, 
Den  me  lub  God,  and  dat  be  good  ; 
Me  pray  him  two  times  more. 

HYMN  67.— P.  M. 

1  This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 

For  man's  illusion  given  ; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow ; 

There's  nothing  true  but  heaven. 

2  Poor  wand'rers  of  a  stormy  day, 

From  wave  to  wave  are  driven : 
And  fancy's  flash  and  reason's  ray. 
Serve  but  to  light  us  on  the  way : 

There's  nothing  calm  but  heaven. 

3  And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume 

As  fading  hues  at  even ; 
And  genius'  bud  and  beauty's  bloom 
Are  blossoms  gather'd  for  the  tomb  ; 

There's  nothing  bright  but  heaven. 


92  HYMN  67. 

4  And  Where's  the  hand  held  out  to  cheei 
The  heart  with  anguish  riven ; 
For  sorrows,  sighs,  and  trouble's  tear, 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here  ; 
There's  nothing  kind  but  heaven. 

6  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 
Without  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace  ; 
There's  nothing  good  but  heaven. 

6  From  such  as  walk  in  wisdom's  road, 

Corroding  fears  are  driven  ; 
They're   wash'd  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 

And  find  their  loay  to  heaven. 

SECOND  PART. 

7  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wand'rers  given, 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 

'Tis  found  above  in  heaven. 

8  There  is  a  soft  and  downy  bed, 

'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  even, 
A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread, 
Where  they  may  rest  their  aching  head, 

And  iind  repose  in  heaven. 

9  There  is  a  homo  for  weeping  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  tost  on  life's  tempestuous  shore, 


HYMN  63.  93 

Wliore  storms  arise  and  oceans  roar, 
But  all  is  o'er  in  heaven. 

10  Now  faith  lifts  up  the  tearful  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven, 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  ev'ning  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

11  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  blconi, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given, 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  glocra  ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


HYMN  6S.— P.  M. 

1  Come,  my  brethren,  let  us  try, 

For  a  little  season  ; 
Every  burden  to  lay  by, 
Come,  and  let  us  reason. 

2  What  is  this  that  casts  you  down, 

What  is  this  that  grieves  you  ? 
Speak  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

3  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore, 

In  the  gloomy  garden  ; 
Sweating  blood  from  every  pore, 
Crying,  0  my  Father. 

4  See  him  nailed  to  the  tree, 

Bleeding,  groaning,  dying 


'd  > 


94  HYiMN  69. 

See  he  suffered  this  for  you, 
Therefore  be  believing. 

5  Joseph  took  his  body  down, 

Shrouded  it  in  hnen  ; 
Laid  it  in  the  silent  tomb, 
And  returned  mourning. 

6  Soon  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 

Angels  fly  from  glory ; 
O  what  glory  shone  around. 
Hallelujah,  glory. 

7  Brethren,  don't  you  feel  the  flame  ? 

Sisters,  don't  you  love  him  ? 
Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name  j 
Let  us  never  grieve  him. 

S  Soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more, 
Soon  we'll  be  in  heaven ; , 
There  to  join  with  those  above. 
And  forever  praise  him. 


HYMN  69.— P.  M. 

1  When  shall  we  three  meet  again  1 
When  shall  we  three  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire, 

Oft  shall  -wearied  love  retire  ; 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  %e  three  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  tiiatant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  a  hostile  sky ; 


HYMN  70. 

Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls  j 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain. 
Oft  shall  we  three  meet  again. 

3  When  our  burnish'd  locks  are  grey, 
Thinn'd  by  many  a  toil  spent  day ; 
When  around  this  youthtul  pine, 
Moss  shall  creep  and  ivy  twin* ; 
(Long  may  this  lov'd  bow'r  remain  j) 
Here  may  we  three  meet  again. 

4  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When,  in  cold  obhvion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid  ; 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


HYMN  70.— P.  M. 

Now  the  truth  is  gaining  ground. 

By  its  testimony  ; 
Weighty  testimony  sound, 

Sv/eeter  than  the  honey ; 
Humble  souls  begin  to  see,  .  ; 

In  the  heavenly  mystery ; 
And  they  hold,  and  preach,,  and  sing, 

Christ  the  great  salvation. 
Let  their  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 


96  HYMN    70. 

2  Now  the  rich  eternal  word, 

Like  the  powerful  leaven, 
Opens  in  the  saints  of  God, 

Mysteries  of  heaven  ; 
In  this  op'ning  ihey  behold 
All  things  clearly  new  and  old; 
And  the  op'ning  life  within 

Moves  the  proclamation, 
Let  the  testimony  ring 

Through  the  vviiole  creation. 

3  Faithful  souls  who  watch  and  pray, 

Overcome  temptation  ; 
And  the  light  of  gospel  day, 

Gives  them  revelation  ; 
And  the  revelations  give 
Food  which  keeps  their  souls  alive  -, 
And  they  live  and  rise  and  sing, 

Hearty  adoration. 
Lot  their  testimony  ring 

Tlyough  the  Avhole  creation. 

Now  the  dragon  is  afraid, 

He  shall  lose  dominion  ; 
Now  he's  calling  to  his  aid, 

'  Ev'ry  false  opinion  ; 
Hypocrites  and  sinners  too. 
Help  compose  his  army  now, 
And  he's  plac'd  his  army  round, 

Some  in  cv'ry  nation  ; 
Hcai  tlicir  vile  reproaches  sound 

Through  the  whole  creation. 


HYMN  70.  97 

5  But  the  lovely  Prince  of  Peace, 

Sometimes  called  Michael, 
With  a  band  of  humble  saints^ 

Gives  the  dragon  battle  : 
And  the  only  weapon  iisM, 
Is  the  Spirit's  word  of  truth ;  • 

And  with  this  they  cut  and  sing, 

In  their  proper  station  ; 
Let  their  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 

6  In  the  battle  thus  engag'd, 

Which  I  think  is  coming; 
Though  the  dragon  is  enrag'd, 

Saints  will  overcome  him  ; 
By  the  blood  of  Christ  the  Lamb, 
Testifying  in  his  name  ; 
Thus  they'll  take  the  ground  ai\d  sing 

Christ  the  great  salvation  ; 
Let  the  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 

7  Hearken,  poor,  half-hearted  soul.?, 

Shunning  self-denial ; 
While  the  testimony  calls, 

Do  not  fear  the  trial ; 
While  you  see  this  ardent  strif?, 
Never  try  to  save  your  hfe ; 
Now  give  up  to  Christ  the  King, 

He's  the  great  salvation  ; 
Let  the  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 
7 


98  HYMN  71. 

8  Now  if  any  want  to  know 

How  to  join  the  army 
Under  Jesus,  and  will  go 

Against  the  prince  of  darkness  ; 
Wicked  self  must  be  denied, 
Strive  to  mortify  your  pride, 
And  let  Jesus  be  your  King, 

And  your  whole  salvation ; 
Let  this  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 

HYMN  71.— P.  M. 

1  Co^E,  and  taste  along  with  me, 
The  weary  pilgrim's  consolation  ; 
Boundless  mercy  running  free. 
The  earnest  of  complete  salvation. 
Joy  and  ]^ce  in  Christ  1  find, 
My  heart  to  him  is  all  resign 'd, 
The  fulness  of  his  power  I  prove  , 
And  all  my  soul's  dissolved  in  love  ; 
Jesus  is  the  pilgrim's  portion, 
Love  is  boundless  as  the  ocean. 

2  When  the  world  and  flesh  would  rise, 
And  strive  to  draw  me  from  my  Saviour, 
Strangeis  slight  or  foes  despise, 

1  then  moie  highly  prize  his  favour. 

Fiicnd.^  believe  me  wlicn  I  tell, 

If  Christ  IS  pre!=ent  all  is  well ; 

The  Avorld  and  flesh  in  vain  would  rise, 

I  all  their  efforts  do  despise ; 


HYMN  71.  99 


la  the  world  I've  tribulation, 

But  in  Christ  sweet  consolation. 

3  When  I'm  in  the  house  of  prayer, 
I  find  him  in  the  congregation  j 
Music  sweet  unto  my  ear 

Is  the  sound  of  free  salvation. 
.My  heart  exults,  my  spirits  flow, 
I  love  my  God  and  brethren  so ; 
I  join  and  sing  and  shout  aloud. 
And  disregard  the  gazing  crowd. 
Glorious  theme  of  exultation ! 
Jesus  Christ  is  my  salvation. 

4  WorldUngs  hold  me  in  disdain, 
Because  I  shght  their  carnal  pleasure  ; 
All  in  this  that  gives  me  pain, 

Is,  they  slight  a  noble  treasinj^^ 

But  among  them,  bless  the  Lora, 

There's  some  that  tremble  at  his  word; 

And  this  doth  joy  to  me  impart, 

To  think  the  Lord  has  reached  their  he  art; 

0  the  praise  to  God  be  given. 

Peace  on  earth  and  crowns  in  heaven, 

5  Why  should  I  regard  the  frowns 

Of  those  who  mock,  deride  and  slight  me, 
Soon  I'll  lie  beneath  the  ground, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  those  who  hate  mo, 
Toil  and  pain  and  sufferings  o'er, 
I'll  gain  that  blissful  happy  shore  ; 
Andvvith  the  shining  host  above, 
I'll  sing  and  shout  redeeming  love : 


100  HYMN  71. 

Pleasures  there  beyond  expression, 
Ever  flow  in  sweet  succession. 
Part  II. 
6  When  I  hear  the  pleasing  sound 
Of  weeping  mourners  just  converted, 
The  dead's  alive,  the  lost  is  found, 
The  Lord  has  healed  the  broken  hearted. 
When  I  join  to  sing  his  praise, 
My  heart  in  holy  raptures  raise ; 
I  view  Immr-   uel's  land  afar, 
I  shout  and  wish  my  spirit  there. 
Glory,  honour  and  salvation. 
What  I  feel  is  past  expression. 

7  Mourners,  see  your  Saviour  stand. 
With  arms  extended  to  receive  you  ; 
See  !  he  aweads  his  bleeding  hands, 
Come,  venture  on  him,  he'll  relieve  you ; 
Cast  ail  your  doubts  and  fears  aside, 
The  door  of  mercy's  open  wide, 

The  fountain  flows  that  saves  from  sin, 
Come  now  beUeve  and  enter  in  ; 
Don't  distrust  your  blessed  Saviour, 
Now  believe  and  live  forever. 

8  Sinners,  you  may  mock  and  scorn, 
Your  moments  lost  will  be  lamented ; 
That  awful  day  is  hastening  on. 
When  you  will  wish  you  had  repented  j 
Death  with  its  embraces  cold, 

Will  soon  your  mortal  bodies  hold  ; 
Your  pleasures  then  will  take  their  flight, 


^ 


HYMN  [72.  101  \ 

And  down  you'll  sink  to  endless  night. 
While  you're  of  that  guilty  number. 
Your  damnation  doth  not  slumber. 

9  Cotne,  poor  sinners,  go  with  me, 
My  heart's  enlarged  to  receive  youj 
Slight  not  mercy  offer'd  free, 
Venture  on  him,  he'll  relieve  you  j 
But  if  you  offer'd  grace  refuse, 
And  still  the  way  of  folly  choose, 
Unhappy  souls,  your  guilt  and  blood 
Will  rest  on  your  defenceless  heads. 
Darkness,  torment,  pain  and  sorrow. 
May  be  your's  before  to-morrow. 


HYMN  72.— P.  M. 

1  Ye  jewels  of  my  Master, 
Who  shine  with  heavenly  rays, 
Amid  the  beams  of  glory, 
Reflect  immortal  blaze, 
Ye  diamonds  of  beauty, 
With  pleasing  lustre  crown'd  j 
Of  heavenly  extraction, 
To  Zion'3  city  bound. 

2  When  I  beheld  your  order, 
And  harmony  of  soul, 
And  heard  divinest  numbers 
In  pure  devotion  roll, 
And  gems  immortal  glowing; 
With  such  enliven'd  grace, 


102  HYMN  72. 

I  view'd  the  Saviour's  image 
Imprest  on  every  face. 

3  Speak  often  to  each  other, 
To  cheer  the  fainting  mind  ; 
And  often  be  your  voices 

In  pure  devotion  join'd  ; 
Though  trials  may  await  you, 
The  crown  before  you  hes  ; 
Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims, 
And  soon  you'll  win  the  prize. 

4  Ye  shall  be  mine,  says  Jesus, 
In  that  auspicious  day, 
When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 
Relcas'd  from  cumb'rous  clay ; 
He'll  polish  and  refine  you, 
l^om  worthless  dross  and  tin, 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom. 
Will  bid  you  enter  in. 

5  On  that  important  morning, 
When  bursting  thunders  sound, 
And  nimble  lightnings  waving, 
Shali'v.'ing  the  gloom  profound  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 
And  cl^,jour  joyful  hands  : 
Lo,  yoirre  redeem'd  for  ever. 
From  death's  corrupted  bands. 

6  As  Aaron  on  his  girdle, 
In  shining  jewels  drest, 
Bore  all  the  tribes  of  Israel 


HYMN  73.  103 


Inscrib'd  upon  his  breast ; 
So  will  the  Priest  of  Zion, 
Before  the  Father's  throne, 
Present  the  heirs  of  glory, 
And  God  the  kindred  own. 

7  The  golden  bells  will  echo 
Around  the  sacred  hill ; 

And  sweet  immortal  anthems 
The  vocal  regions  fill  ; 
In  everlasting  beauty, 
The  shining  millions  stand. 
Safe  on  the  Rock  of  Ages, 
Amid  the  promis'd  land. 

8  We'll  range  the  wide  dominion 
Of  our  Redeemer  round. 

And  in  dissolving  rapture 
Be  lost  in  love  profound  ; 
While  the  flaming  harpers 
Begin  the  lasting  song, 
With  hallelujahs  rolling 
From  the  unnrmber'd  throng.  . 


HYMN  73.  ^ 

An  Address  to  Sailors^' '  ^' 

1  Yes  sons  of  the  main,  ye  that  sail  c*er  the^ 
flood,  „  -i 

Whose  sins,  big  as  mountains  have  reach'd 
up  to  God, 

Eemember,  the  short  voyage  of  life  soon 
will  end  J  ' 


104  HYMN  73. 

Now  come,  brother  sailor,  make  Jesus  your 
friend. 

2  Look  astern  on  life  !  see  your  wake  mark'tl 

with  sin, 
Look  ahead  ;  see  the  torments,  you'll  soon 

founder  in  ,• 
The  hard  rocks  of  death  will  soon  beat  out 

your  keel, 
And  your  vessel  and  cargo  will  all  sink  to 

hell. 

3  Lay  by  your  old  compass,  'twill  do  you  no 

good, 
It  ne'er  will  direct  you  the  right  way  to 

God; 
Mind  your  helm,  brother  sailor,  and  don't 

fall  asleep, 
Watch  and  pray  night  and  day,  lest  you 

sink  into  the  deep. 

4  Spring  your  luff;  brother  sailor,  the  breeze 

now  is  fair. 

Trim  your  sails  to  the  wind,  and  those  tor- 
ments you'll  clear ; 

Yourleadmg  star  Jesus,  keep  full  in  yoUr 
vi«w, 

You'll  weather  the  danger,  he'll  guide  you 
safe  through. 

5  Renounce  your   old  captain,    the  devil, 

straightway ; 
The  crew  which  you  sail  with  will  lead  you 
astray  j 


HYMN  73.  105 

Desert  their  black  colours,  come  under  the 

red, 
Where  Jesus  is  captain,  to  conquest  he'll 

lead. 

6  His  standard's  unfuii'd,  see  it  wave  through 

the  air. 
And  volunteers  coming    from  far  off  and 

near ; 
Now's  the  time,  brother  sailor,  no  longer 

delay, 
Embark  now  with  Jesus,  good  wages  he'll 

pay. 

7  The  bounty  he'll  give,  when    the  voyage 

doth  begin  ; 
He'll     forgive    your    transgressions    and 

cleanse  you  from  sin  ; 
Good  usage  he'll  give,  while  you  sail  on  the 

way. 
And  shortly    you'll  anchor     in    heaven's 

broad  bay. 

8  In  the  harbour  of  glory,  for  ever    you'll 

ride, 
Free    from  quicksands  and  dangers,  and 

sin's  raging  tide : 
Waves  of  death   cease  to  roll,    and  the 

tempest  be  o'er, 
And  the   hoarse  breath   of  Boreas  dismast 

you  no  more. 

9  The  tarpolin  jacket  no  longer  you'll  wear, 
But  robes  dipped  in  glory,  all  clean,  white 

and  fair  j 


106  HYMN  74. 

A  crown  on  your  head  that  will  dazzle  the 

sun, 
And  from  glory  to  glory  eternally  run. 


HYMN  74.— C.  M. 
Class  Meeting, 

1  Lord  !  when  together  here  we  meet, 
And  taste  thy  heav'nly  grace, 

Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 
That  we  must  part  again, 

0  let  tliy  precious  presence  still 
With  every  one  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 
Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 

Till  we,  around  thy  glorious  throne, 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 

4  Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart, 
Shall  then  for  ever  fly, 

And  not  one  thought  that  we  should  part 
Once  intercept  our  joy. 

5  Where  void  of  all  distracting  pains, 
Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire; 

But  in  seraphic,  heavenly  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

6  And  thus,  through  all  eternity, 
Upon  the  heav'nly  shore, 


HYMN  75.  107 


The  great  mysterious  One  in  Three, 
Jehovah  we'll  adore. 


HYMN  75. 

1  Nat,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Ihou  bestow; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah,  ray  Lord,  thou  knowst  my  name  t 
Yel  the  question  gives  a  plea, 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold  ; 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  pow'r  defy, 
That  poor  rebel.  Lord,  was  L  ' 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer;    , 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  years  have  pass\l  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now. 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou. 

6  Thou  hasl  help'd  in  ev'ry  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  pltad, 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  emk  at  last ! 


108  HYMN  76. 

7  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold; 
I  can  no  denial  ',take, 
When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

HYMN  76.— C.  M. 

1  Come,  humble  shiner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest. 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  tho'  my  sin, 
"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 

* '  I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
*'  Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
"  And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

*'I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
"Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "But  should  the  Lord  reject  my  plea, 
"  And  disregard  my  pray'r  ; 

"Yet,  siill,  like  Esther,  I  will  stay. 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go — 
"lam  resolved  to  try ; 

"  For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
"I  must  for  ever  die. 

6  "  But  should  I  die  with  mercy  sought, 
"  When  I  the  King  have  tried  : 


HYMN  77.  109 

"I  there  should  die  (delightful  thought !) 
"  Where  ne'er  a  sinner  died." 


HYMN  77.— P.  M. 

Class-Meeting  Hymn. 

1  Dear  friends  for  a  week  we  must  part, 
Another  sweet  Class-Meeting's  gone, 

While  absent,  united  in  heart, 
Our  interests  are  blended  in  one. 

Each  other's  afflictions  we  share, 
And  bear  them  all  up  to  the  throne  j 

Agreed  in  the  spirit  of  prayer. 
To  meet  every  day  about  noon. 

2  0  Jesus,  our  centre  and  source! 
Let  brotherly  love  keep  us  one; 

To  urge  with  unanimous  force, 
The  ark  of  the  Covenant  on. 

May  each  of  us  actively  strive. 
To  gather  poor  sinners  to  God, 

And  labour  thy  work  to  revive, 
By  spreading-  religion  abroad. 

3  Our  leader,  0  Lord !  do  thou  lead, 
That  he  may  lead  us  unto  thee  : 

To  us  make  him  useful  indeed, 
And  light  in  thy  light  may  he  see. 

O  may  he  not  shun  to  declare, 
The  cause  and  effects  of  thy  curse, 

The  council  of  God  without  fear 
That  ail  may  quit  sin  or  quit  us. 


110^  HYMN  78. 

HYMN  78.— P.  M. 

1  Hark,  brethren,  don't  you  hear  the  sound, 
The  martial  trumpet  now  is  blowing. 

Men  in  order  listing  round, 

And  soldiers  to  the  standard  flowing  : 
Bounties  oflTer'd,  joy  and  peace, 

To  ev'ry  soldier  this  is  given  ; 
And  when  from  toil  and  war  we  cease, 

A  mansion  bright  prepar'd  in  heav'n. 

2  Those  who  long  in  debt  have  laid, 
And  felt  the  hand  of  dire  oppression  ; 

All  their  debts  are  freely  paid. 

And  they  endow'd  with  large  possession  ; 
All  that's  sick  or  blind  or  lame, 

Maladies  are  also  healed, 
Outlaw'd  rebels  when  they  come, 

Receive  a  paFdon  freely  sealed. 

3  The  battle  is  not  to  the  strong, 

The  burden's  on  the  Captain's  shoulder; 
None  so  aged  or  so  young 

But  he  may  list  and  be  a  soldier ; 
Those  who  cannot  fight  nor  fly, 

Beneath  this  banner  find  protection, 
None,  wlio  on  his  name  rely. 

Shall  be  reduc'd  to  base  subjection. 

4  You  need  not  fear,  the  cause  is  good, 
Come  who  will  list  and  be  a  soldier ; 
la  this  cause  the  martyrs  bled, 


HYMN  79.  Ill 

An3  shouted  vict'ry  in  the  fire ; 
In  this  way  let's  follow  on, 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
How  through  Christ  we  gain'd  the  crown, 

And  fought  our  way  through  grace  to  glory. 

5  The  battle,  brethren,  is  begun, 

Behold  the  army's  now  in  motion, 
Some  by  faith  behold  the  crown, 

And  almost  grasp  their  future  portion  ; 
Shout  the  vic'^ory,  sing  aloud, 

Emmanuel's  chariot  wheels  are  rumbling, 
Mourners  weeping  through  the  crowd, 

And  Satan's  kingdom  down  is  tumbling. 


HYMN  79.— P.  M. 

1  Enlisted  into  the  cause  of  sin, 
Why  should  a  good  be  evil  ? 

Music,  alas  !  too  long  has  been 

Press'd  to  obey  the  devd  : 
Drunken,  or  lewd,  or  light,  the  lay 

Flows  to  the  soul's  undoing, 
Widens  and  strews  with  flowers  the  way 

Down  to  our  utter  ruin. 

2  Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise  ? 
Innocent  sounds  recover ; 

Fly  on  the  prey,  and  seize  the  prize, 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover? 
Strip  him  of  every  moving  strain. 

Every  melting  measure, 


112  HYlMN  79. 

Music  in  virtue's  cause  retain, 
Rescue  the  holy  pleasure. 

3  Come  let  us  try  if  Jesus'  love 
Will  not  as  well  inspire  us ; 

This  is  the  theme  of  those  above, 
This  upon  earth  shall  fire  us: 

Try  if  your  hearts  are  tuned  to  sing; 
Is  there  a  subject  greater '/ 

Harmony  all  its  strains  may  bring, 
Jesus'  name  is  sweeter. 

4  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is, 
His  is  the  noblest  passion  ; 

'Jesus'  name  is  life  and  peace, 
Happiness  and  salvation : 

Jesus'  name  the  dead  can  raise, 
Show  us  our  .sins  forgiven, 

Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 
Carry  us  up  to  heaven. 

D  Who  hath  a  right  like  us  to  sing. 

Us  whom  his  mercy  raises  ! 
Merry  our  hearts,  for  Christ  is  King, 

Joyful  are  all  our  faces. 
Wl)o  of  his  love  doth  once  partake, 

He  in  the  Lord  rejoices ; 
Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make. 

Melody  with  our  voices. 

G  Then  let  us  in  his  praises  join; 

Triumph  in  his  salvation  ; 
Glory  ascribe  to  love  divine, 

Worship  and  adoration : 


HYMN  80.  tl3 


Heaven  already  is  begun, 
Open'd  in  each  believer  ; 

Only  believe,  and  still  sing  on, 
Heaven  is  ours  for  ever. 


HYMN  80.— L.  M. 

1  Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Publishing  to  every  creature, 
To  the  ruin'dsons  of  nature. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorio^us  : 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious 

Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
"  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favour 
Now  is  ofler'd  by  the  Saviour.'* 

3  Hear,  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin. 
Who  have  wrought  your  ov/n  undoing  ; 
Here  is  life  and  free  salvation, 
Ofier'd  to  the  whole  creation. 

4  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died. 
For  you  he  was  crucified  ; 
Conquer'd  death,  and  rose  to  heaven; 
Life  eternal's  through  him  given. 

5  Here  is  life,  and  milk,  arvd  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money  j 

8 


114  HYMN  81. 

Mercy  flowing  like  ftfoiantain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain, 

^  For  this  love  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purhng  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightnings'  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

7  Now  our  hearts  have  caught  new  fire, 
Brethren  raise  your  voices  higher, 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation 

To  the  King  of  our  salvation. 

8  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  Prince  of  Zion. 

9  Sliout,  ye  saints;  make  joyful  mention, 
Ohrist  hath  purchased  our  redemption  ; 
Angels  shout  the  pleasing  story, 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory.' 


HYMN  81.— L.  M. 
The  penitent   Thief. 

1  Jesus  Christ  has  power  alone, 
To  subdue  an  heart  of  stone  j 
And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  the  lord  w^  crucified. 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died  ; 


HYMN  S2,  Ui 

One  with  vile  blasphemous  tongue, 
Scoff'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death  j 
Perish'd  as  too  many  do, 

With  a  Saviour  in  their  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touched  with  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case, 
Faith  receiv'd  to  own  his  Lord, 
Whom  the  Scribes  and  Priests  abhor'd. 

5  Lord,  he  pray'd,  remember  me. 
When  in  glory  thon  shalt  be  : 
Soon  with  me,  the  Lord  replle: , 
Thou  shalt  be  in  Paradise. 

6  This  was  wonderous  grace  indeed  I 
Grace  vouchsaf'd  in  time  of  need  : 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus' name, 
And  3'ou'ilfind  him  still  the  same. 

7  But  beware  of  unbelief, 
Think  upon  theharden'd  tlikf; 
And  if  the  gospel  j'ou  disdain, 
Christ  for  you  has  died  in  vaiu. 


HYMN  82.— L.  M.       , 

I  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  tree  ! 


116  HYMN  83. 

2  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  strong ! 

3  When  troubles,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Have  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  ; 

His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  good  ! 

4  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
Though  oft  his  mercies  I've  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale. 
Soon  all  my  mortal  pov/ers  must  fail : 
Oh!  may  my  last  expiring  breath- 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

G  Then   let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  thai  bright  world  of  endless  day. 
And  sitig  with  rapture  and  surprise. 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 


HYMN  83.— P,  M. 
1  When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld, 
Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear ; 
His  heart  with  compassion  was  fill'd, 
From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear. 
Awhile  his  behaviour  was  rough. 
To  bring  their  past  sin  to  their  mind ; 


HYMN  83.  117 

Bat  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  hasted  to  show  himself  kind. 

2  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 
Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  sold  ! 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be, 
"As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told  ! 

*'  I  am  Joseph,  your  brother,"  he  said, 
"  And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear  ; 
You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 
But  God,  for  your  sakes,  sent  me  here." 

3  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 
When  charg'd  with  purloining  the  cup  : 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more, 
Not  one  of  them  durst  to  look  up. 

**  Can  Joseph,  whom  we  would  have  slain, 
Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
And  will  he  our  household  maintain  ? 
Oh  this  is  a  brother  indeed !" 

4  Thus,  dragg'd  by  my  conscience,  I  came, 
And  laden'd  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord, 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame, 
Unable  to  utter  a  word  : 

At  first  he  look'd  stern  and  severe, 
What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart ; 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 
The  sentence,  "  Thou  cursed,  depa'-t  V* 

6  But  oh  !  what  surprise  when  he  spoke, 
While  tenderness  beam'd  ia  his  face  ; 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 
O'erwheim'd  and  confounded  by  grace : 


I  IS  HYMN  84. 

**  Poor  sinner,  I  know  thee  full  well, 
By  thee  I  was  sold  and  was  slain  ; 
But  I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

6  "  I  am  Jesus,  whom  thou  hast  blasphemed, 
Andcrucify'd  often  afresh  ; 

But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd 

Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh  : 

My  pardon  I  freely  bestow. 

Thy  wants  I  will  fully  supply; 

I'll  guide  thee  an^  guard  thee  below, 

And  soen  will  remove  thee  on  high. 

7  "  Go  pubUsh  to  sinners  around, 
That  they  may  bo  wilhng  to  come. 
The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 
And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room." 
.Oil  sinncir;,  the  message  obey ! 

No  more  vain  excuses  pretend ; 
But  come  without  farther  delay, 
To  Jesus,  our  Brother  and  Friend. 

HYMN  84.— P.    M. 

I  Ya    children  of  Zion,  who're   aiming  for 

gla-y, 
Enlisted  with  Jesus,  to  fight  against  hell, 
N<r*v-C  aftamvit  bright  borders   arc  now  just 

befjrti  yo.u, 
T' o'.!iji>  Jorda;i'3  proud  billows  its  banks  over- 

"  swell; 


HYxMN  S4.  119 

Ten  thousand  have  cross'd  it,  and  are  now  in 

heaven, 
A  shouting  and  praising  the  great  One  in 

Seven  ; 
And  I  hope  my  Saviour  will  bring  us  all  over. 
In  the  land  of  sweet  Canaan  forever  to  dwell, 

2  This  makes  my  heart  merry,  it  fills  mo 

with  glory, 
That  toiling  and  labouring  one  day  will  be 

o'er : 
At  the  feet  of  my  Saviour  I'll  there  tell  my 

story, 
When  sin,  pain  and  sorrow,  can  reach  us  no 

more. 
Be  bold  and  courageous    and  fear  not  tlie 

devil, 
Though  he  should  j^ppeak  of  you  all  manner 

of  evil  ; 
Although  hell  enrages,  yet  Jesus  engages 
To  bring    us  all  shouting  to  Canaan's  bright 

shore. 

3  Like  ships  on  the  ocean,  we're  tost  by  com- 

motion : 

But  Christ  is  the  pilot,  and  he's  a  sure  guide: 

When  sick  and  afflicted,  kind  love  has  a  foun- 
tain. 

Which  flows  in  abundance  from  Jesus*  side. 

i'hougl^Satan'a  wild  whirlwinds,  like  dolugea 
roaring, 

With  floods  of  temptation,    as  hail  adowii^ 
poiiriag  ; 


120  HYMN  84. 

Though  devils  should  haunt  you,  yet  let  them 

not  daunt  you, 
For  Jesus  rules  over  the  wind  and  the  tide. 

4  I  feel  his  love  blazing,  my  spirits  are  rais- 

ing, 

Had  I  angel's   pinions,   away  I  would  go   ; 

And  see  that  bright  city,  and  hear  angels 
praising. 

And  all  the  enjoyment  of  glory  to  know  ; 

To  those  blessed  Seven,  that  shine  through 
all  heaven 

All  glory  from  saints  and  from  angels  be  giv- 
en ; 

My  heart's  all  on  fire  ;  my  Jesus  draws  nigh- 
er: 

His  love  like  an  ocean,  all  through  me  doth 
flow. 

5  His  love  so  constrains  me,  this  earth  can't 

contain  me  : 
My  soul  is  so  joyful  I'm  fill'd  with  new  wine, 
'Tis  grace  that  supports  me,  and  glory   a- 

waits  me, 
While  flames  from  sweet  heaven  all  round  me 

do  shine. 
Bright  angels  attend  me  where'er  I  am  going  ; 
Sweet  Jesus,  direct  me,  whate'er  I  am  doing. 
A  subject  of  wonder,  on  which  angels  ponder, 
That  beggars  are  rais'd  to  a  life  so  divine. 


HYMN  85.  121 


HYMN  85.— P.M. 

1  Like  a  ship  see  the  church  through  the  o- 

cean  she  rolls, 
She's  freighted  wiih  grace,  and  well  mann'd 

out  with  souls, 
'Midst  whirlwinds    and  tempests    she  sails 

through  the  world, 
While  storms  of  temptation  against  her  are 

hurl'd. 

2  She  is  bound  from  the  world,  through  the 

tempest  she  flies. 
She  mounts  o'er  the  billows,  is  bound  for  the 

skies ; 
While  Christ  stands  at  helm  no  danger  she'll 

fear. 
Her  captain  and  pilot  knows  which   way  to 

steer. 

3  She  stops  not  to  anchor  in  harbours  below, 
But  o'er  life's  rough  billows  her  true  course 

doth  go  ; 
The  high  lands  of  heaven,  she  still  keeps  ia 

view. 
Intends  there  to  anchor  end  there  land  hev 

crew. 

4  While  hell  and  her  legions  around  her  do 

roar, 
Like  the  waves  of  the  ocean  which  break  on 
the  shore  j 


122  KYMN  86. 

She  steers  her  course  onward,  nor  heeds  the 

alarm, 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  she  smiles  at  the 

storm. 

5  The  ebb-tide  of  nature  which  feeds  the  dead 

sea, 
And  the  gulf  of  confusion  together  agree 
To  hinder  her  progress,  her  march  to  oppose; 
She  spreads  forth  her  canvass  and  outsails  her 

foes. 

6  She's  hated  by  worldlings,  despised  by  fools. 
Who  sail  the  black  sea   till  they  shipwreck 

their  souls  ; 
She  kindly  invites  them  their  course  to  bewail, 
Yet  tarries  not  for  them,  but  spreads  the  more 

sail. 

7  She's  rapidly  sailing  with  strong  gales  of 

love, 
And  soon   will  strike  soundings  on  the  fair 

coast  above  ; 
Make  the  high  lands  of  Heaven^  above  the 

■    dark  flood, 
And  anchor  for  Qver  in  the  kingdom  of  God. 


KYJVIN  86.— C.  M. 

1  Im  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
T"^r)avv-e:l  by  shame  or  fear  ; 

Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 


HYMN  87.  123 

2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree 
In  agonies  and  blood: 

Who  fix'd  liis  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  to  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 

It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  dsath, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt, 
And  plunged  me  in  despair; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain : 

Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
*'  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 

My  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

HYMN  87.— C.  M. 

1  Come,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  dear, 
Who  are  bound  for  Canaan's  land, 

Take  courage,  and  fight  valiantly, 
Stand  fast  with  sword  in  hand  : 

Opr  Captain  ho  is  gone  before, 

^  Our  Father's  only  Son  ; 


124  HYMN  87. 

Then  pilgrims  dear,  oh  do  not  fear, 
But  Jet  U3  follow  on. 

2  Through  a  dark  howling  wilderness, 
To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  ; 

A  land  of  pits,  and  snares,  and  death, 
Where  chilling  winds  do  roar  ; 

But  Jesus  will  go  through  with  us, 
And  guard  us  by  the  way  : 

Though  enemies  examine  us, 
HeUl  tell  us  what  to  say. 

3  JJpol.  Good  morning,  brother  traveller, 
Pray  tell  to  me  your  name  ; 

And  whither  you  are  travelling  to  ; 

Likewise  from  whence  you  came. 
ni.  My  name  it  is  Bold  Pilgrim, 

To  Canaan  I  am  bound  ; 
I'm  from  the  howling  wildernes?. 

And  the  enchanted  ground. 

4  ApoL  Pray  what  is  that  upon  your  head 
That  shines  so  clear  and  bright  1 

Likewise  the  covering  of  your  breast. 

So  dazzling  to  my  sight  ? 
\\'hat  kind  of  shoes  are  those  you  wear, 

On  which  you  boldly  stand  ? 
Likewise  the  shining  instrument 

You  hold  ;*\your  right  hand  1  , 

5  Pll.  'TH  glorious  hope  upon  my  head, 
Add  on  rny  breast  a  shield, 

With  this  bright  sword  I  mean  to  fight, 
Until  I  win  the  field  : 


HYMN  87.  125 

My  feet  are  shod  with  gospel  grace, 

On  which  I  boldly  stand  j 
I  mean  to  fight  until  I  die, 

And  gain  fair  Canaan's  land. 

6  JlpoL  You'd  better  stay  with  me,  young  man, 
And  give  your  journey  o'er; 

Your  Captain  now  is  out  of  sight, 

His  face  you'll  see  no  more. 
My  name  is  old  Apollyon, 

This  land  belongs  to  me, 
And  for  your  arms  and  pilgrim's  dress, 

I'll  give  it  all  to  thee. 

7  "  Oh  no  !"  replies  the  pilgrim  bold, 
"  Your  offer  I  disdain  : 

A  glitt'ringcrown  of  righteousness 

I  shortly  shall  obtain  : 
If  I  continue  faithful 

To  my  dear  Lord's  command,  •?,,; 

I  shall  be  heir  with  him  above 

Of  Canaan's  fruitful  land. 

8  The  pleasant  fields  of  Canaan, 
How  beauteous  to  behold  ! 

The  valleys  clad  in  living  green ! 

The  mountains  ting'd  with  gold  ! 
The  trees  of  life  with  heavenly  fruit. 

Behold  how  rich  they  stand  ; 
Blow,  gentle  gales,  and  bear  ir^y  soul 

Away  to  Canaan's  land. 


126  HYMN  88. 


HYMN  88.— C.  M. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  1 

And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
On  tlow'ry  beds  of  ease  ; 

Whilst  c*heis  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  1 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  1 

4.  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  : 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 

ril  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer  though  they  die, 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  ^Vhen  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 

L'l  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


^ 


HYMN  89.  127 

HYMN  89.--P.  M. 

1  Come,  precious  soul,  and  let  us  tako 
A  walk  becomiHg  you  and  mo, 

And  whither,  my  friend, 
Shall  we  our  footsteps  bend 
To  Calvary  or  to  Gethsemane. 

2  "  0  Calvary  is  a  mountain  high, 
'Tis  much  too  hard  a  task  for  me  ; 

And  I  had  rather  stay 
In  the  broad  and  pleasant  way, 
Than  to  walk  in  the  garden  of  Gethsemane." 

3  It  would  not  appear  such  a  mountain  high, 
Nor  such  a  task,  dear  sinner,  for  thee, 

If  you  lov'd  the  Man 
Who  first  laid  the  plan. 
Of  climbing  the  mountain  Calvary. 

4  *  I'd  rather  abide  in  this  pleasant  plain, 
My  gay  and  merry  friends  to  see; 

And  tarry  awhile 
In  the  joys  of  the  v.'orld, 
Than  to  chmb  up  the  mountain  Calvary.' 

5  Your  gay  companions  must  lie  in  the  dust, 
Their  sovils  are  bound  for  raisery  ; 

And  if  you  ever  stand, 
On  Canaan's  happy  land, 
You  must  climb  up  the  mountain  Co.!  vary. 

6  '  There  is  no  pleasure  that  I  can  behold, 
And  it  13  a  lonely  way  lo  rne ; 


128  HYMN  89. 

\  For  I  have  heard  them  say 
There  are  Lions  in  the  way, 
And  they  kirk  in  the  mountain  Calvary.* 

7  It  is  a  peaceful  pleasant  w^ay, 

Poor  wand'ring  soul,  could  you  but  see  ; 
And  you  shall  have  a  guard, 
Yea,  the  Angels  of  God, 
To  conduct  you  o'er  mountain  Calvary. 

8  '  I'd  rather  have  peace,  and  live  at  my  ease, 
Than  to  be  afflicted  thus  by  thee  ; 

When  blooming  youth  is  gone 

And  when  old  age  comes  on, 

I  will  climb  up  the  mountain  Calvary.' 

y  There  is  no  better  time  than  youth, 
To  travel  the  mountain  as  you  see  ; 
When  old  age  comes  on, 
You  are  burden'd  with  sin. 
Then  how  can  you  climb  up  Calvary. 

10  "0  leave  this  melancholy  theme, 
I  cannot  enjoy  any  peace  for  thee  j 

There  is  time  enough  yet, 
And  the  journey's  not  so  great, 
I  can  soon  climb  the  mountain  Calvary. 

1 1  0,  hark,  1  hear  a  doleful  sound  I 
You  greatly  should  alarmed  be ; 

A  blooming  }outh  is  gone 
And  is  laid  in  the  tomb, 
Who  refused  to  climb  Mount  Calvary. 


HYMN   90.  129 

12  'Alas, I  know  not  wliat  to  do, 
You  greatly  have  alarmed  me, 

For  in  sin  I've  gone  on, 
Till  I  fear  I'm  undone, 
Lord,  help  me  to  climb  up  Calvary.' 

13  0  tarry  not  in  all  the  plain, 

Lest  it  prove  a  dangerous  snare  to  thee ; 
But  look  to  the  Man, 
Who  was  slain  lor  your  sin. 
And  he'll  help  you  to  climb  up  Calvary. 


HYMN  90.— P.  M. 

1  With  pleasure  behold 
The  city'ufgold, 

How  beautiful,  lovel}^  and  bright ; 

Coming  down  lirom  above. 

In  its  beauty  and  love, 
Adorned  with  glory  and  light  ; 

Prepared  as  a  bride, 

For  Immanuel's  side  ; 
Let  angels  rejoice  at  the  sight  ; 

Jerusalem  new 
^  Its  glory  doth  show, 
The  wisdom  of  God  and  his  might. 

2  Its  walls  great  and  high, 
Behold  it  with  joy, 

Think  of  it,  ye  saints,  %vith  delight  j 

Behold  its  foundation 

With  great  admiration, 
With  precious  stones  garnished  bright ; 
9 


130  HYMN  90. 

It  lieth  four  square, 

A  golden  reed  there, 
With  angels  to  measure  it  right ; 

Consider  with  pleasure, 

Its  equal  in  measure, 
Its  length,  breadth  and  height  are  alike. 

3  Twelve  angels  there  wait, 
At  twelve  holy  gates, 

The  righteous  rejoice  when  they  enter; 

For  they  will  behold 

A  city  of  gold, 
The  tree  of  life  placed  in  the  centre  : 

There  proceeds  from  the  throne 

Of  the  King  whom  they  own, 
A  river,  of  water  of  life  ; 

As  crystal  it's  clear. 

As  wine  it  doth  cheer 
The  heart  of  the  bride,  the  Lamb's  wife. 

4  There  those  who  do  well, 
With  Jesus  shall  dwell. 

For  ever  and  ever  in  peace  ; 

They  need  not  the  moon, 

Nor  the  bright  shining  sun. 
In  so  glorious  and  holy  a  place. 

God's  glory  will  shine. 

And  give  light  divine. 
Therefore  it  will  never  be  night : 

What  raptures  are  there  ! 
•     All  heaven  will  share, 
It's  perfectly  filled  with  light. 


HYMN  91. 

5  The  saints  shall  there  reign 

With  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
The  face  of  their  King  they  will  see  j 

There  standing  before  him, 

To  love  and  adore  him, 
His  name  in  their  foreheads  will  be. 

Great  joy  will  be  there, 

The  righteous  will  share, 
While  angels  iheir  voices  are  raising; 

How  pleasant  the  singing. 

Melodiously  ringing, 
While  saints  are  in  harmony  praising. 

6  How  pleasant  their  singing, 

Melodiously  ringing,' 
All  praising  with  cheerfullest  voices ; 

What  melodious  sounds 

Are  echoing  round, 
While  all  in  that  city  rejoices. 

How  rich  and  how  great. 

How  good  and  complete, 
That  city  which  God  will  prepare  ; 

How  pure  and  how  holy, 

And  full  of  bright  glory, 
How  beautiful,  lovely,  and  fair. 


I      HYMN  91.— P.  M. 

1  The  old  Israelites  knew  what  it  was  they 
naustfdo. 
If  fair  Canaan  they  would  possess, 


132  HYMN    91. 

They  must  still  keep  in  sight  of  the  pillar^ 
light, 
Which  led  on  to  the  promised  rest. 

2  The  camps  on  the  road,  could  not  be  their 

abode, 
But  as  oft  as  the  trumpet  should  blow, 
They  all  glad  of  a  chance,  of  a  further  ad- 
vance, 
Must  then  take  up  their  baggage  and  go. 

3  I  am    thankful  indeed,  for  the  heavenly 

head, 
'  "Which  before  me  has  hitherto  gone  ; 
For  that  pillar  of  love  which  doth  onward  still 
move 
And  doth  gather  our  souls  into  one. 

4  Now  the  cross  bearing  throng,  are  advanc- 

ing along, 
And  a  closer  communion  dotli-flow, 
Now  all  Mho  would  stand  on  the  promised 

land, 
Let  them  take  up  their  crosses  and  go. 

5  The  way  is  all  new,  as  it  opens  to  view, 
And  behind  is  a  foaming  Red  Sea ; 

So  none  new  need  to  speak,  of  the   onions 
and  leeks, 
Or  to  talk  about  garlicks  to  me. 

6  My  mind's  in  pursuit,  I  must  have  the  good 

fruit. 
Which  in  Canaan's  rich  vallies  doth  grow ; 


PIYMN  91.  133 

Although  millions  of  foes  should  rise  up  and 
oppose, 
I  will  take  up  my  crosses  and  go.  / 

7  What  though  some  in  the  rear  preach  up 

terror  and  fear, 
And  complain  of  the  trials  they  meet ; 
Though  the  giants  before  with  great  fury  do 

roar, 
I  am  resolved  I  will  never  retreat. 

8  We  are  little  'tis  true,  and  our  numbers  are 

And  the  sons  of  old  Anak  are  tall ; 
'But  while  I  see  a  track  I  will  nev^r  give  back, 
But  go  on  at  the  risk  of  my  all. 

9  Though  while  scatter'd  around  in  this  wil- 

derness ground, 
With  good  manna  awhile  we've  been  fed  • 
This  will  not  always  do,  we  must  rise  and  r'j.o 
through, 
Till  we  feed  on  the  heavenly  bread. 

10  Now  the  morning  doth  dawn  for  the  camps 

to  move  on. 
And  the  priests  with  their  trumpets  do  blow, 
As  the  priests  give  the  sound  and  the  trumpeiy 

resound. 
All  my  soul-is  exalting  to  go. 

11  On  Jordan's  near  side  I  can  never  ai    'e 
For  no  place  here  of  refuge  I  se6, 


134  HYMN  91. 

Till  I  come  to  the  snot,  and  inherit  the  lot, 
Which  the  Lord  God  will  give  unto  me. 

12  Now  'tis  union  I  seek  with  the  pure  and 

the  meek, 
So  an  end  to  all  discord  and  strife ; 
Since  I  have  fixed  mine  eyes  on  the  heavenly 
prize, 
I  will  go  at  the  risk  of  my  life. 

13  If  I  am  faithful  and  true  and  my  journey 

pursue, 
Till  I  stand  on  theiieavenly  shore, 
I  shall  joyfully  see  what  a  blessing  to  me, 
Was  the  mortifying  cross  which  I  bore, 

14  Since  these  losses  are  gain  I  will  never 

complain, 
But  so  long  as  I  am  able  to  move. 
With  the  resolute  few,  I'm  resolved  to  go 
through, 
Till  I  reach  the  fair  Canaan  above. 

15  All  my  honors  and  wealth,   all  my  pleas- 

ures and  health, 
I  am  willing  should  now  be  at  stake  ; 
Jf  my  Christ  I  obtain  I  shall  think  it  great 
gain 
For  the  sacrifice  which  I  shall  make, 

16  When  I  all  have  forsook,  like  a  bubble 

'twill  look, 
From  the  midst  of  a  glorified  ihioag, 


HYMN  92.  135 

Where  all  losses  are  gain,  where  each  sorrow 
and  pain 
Are  exchang'd  for  the  conqueror's  song. 

HYMN  92.— P.  M. 

1  Hearken  ye  sprightly,  and  attend  ye  vain 

ones, 
Pause  in  your  mirth,  adversity  consider, 
Learn  from  a  friend's  pen  truths  that  are  most 

painful, 

A  sick-bed  reflection. 

2  Healthful  and  gay,  like  you  I  spent  my  mo  • 

raents, 
Fondly  my  heart  said,  joy  shall  last  forever, 
But  I'd  forgotten  man  has  no  enjoyments, 
But  by  permission. 

3  Sudden  and  awful,  from  the  height  of  pleas- 

ure, 

By  pain  and  sickness  thrown  upon  a  death- 
bed, 

Vain  is  its  softness  to  assuage  the  pain  of 
Raging  disorder. 

4  Kindest  attention  of  my  friends  most  hu- 

mane, 
With  the  profound  skill  of  a  kind  physician, 
All  skill  is  baffled,  while  distress  and  anguish 
Torture  my  whole  frame. 


136  HYMN  92. 

5  Vain  are  my  groanings,  all  complaints  are 

fruitless, 
Changing  my  place  does  not  abate  my  fever; 
Here  like  a  reptile,  on  a  bed  of  embers, 
Tortur'd  I  languish. 

6  Hopes  of  recov'ry  my  fond  heart   indulged, 
Till  my  physician,  to  my  great  amazement, 
Kindly  inform'd  me  that  my  case  was  des- 

p'rate, 

Death  was  approaching. 

7  Wonders  on  wonders  to  my  view  now  open 
•Life  is  receding,  to  the  grave  I'm  hast'ning; 

Am  I  prepared  ?  tiiis  dreadful  moment  must  I 
■^  Meet  my  Creator '/ 

8  TvL'enty-five  years  I've  spent  without  con- 

sitiering 
Man  was  a  mortal,  dependent  on  a  moment. 
Life  but  a  shadow,  time  a  flying  arrow. 
Quick  to  dispel  it. 

S  Oft  have  I  listen'd  while  death-bells  were 
tolling, 

Seen  the  graces  open  with  spectators  mourn- 
ing* 

But  for  mysel?  was,  spite  of  all  these  warn- 
ings. 

Long  life  expecting. 

10  Counsels  I've  shghted,  warnings  I've  re- 
jected, 


HYMN  93.  137 

In  njy  gay  moments^  thoughts  of  death  I've 
banish'd, 
p'Wlien  grown  giey-hoaded,  I  have  oft  resolved 
Death  to  prepare  for. 

11  Time  in  advance  to  me  seem'd  moving 

slowly, 

Days  vi'ithout  numbering  I  propos'd  for  pleas- 
ure ; 

But  they  are  blasted  !  Now  behold  the  end  of 
Procrastination. 

12  Tortur'd  in  body,  not  a  limb  escapes  if, 
No  sweet  composure  to  direct  one  prayer, 
All  is  disorder !  yet  ray  state  eternal 

Now  is  depending. 

13  Now  ghastly  death!  pray  stop  one  mo- 

ment^onger,  -        \ 

Till  I  give  warning  to  my  gay  companions  ! 
No  time  is  granted  for  expostulation^ 

Shun  my  examj  Ic. 


HYMN  93.— P.  M. 

Shout  aloud,  0  ye  angels, 

In  glory's  blight  rays  ; 
Who  wait  on  king  Jesus, 

His  glory  to  praise. 
Ye  thousands  of  thousands, 

Ascribing  your  songs, 
To  Jesus  whom  praises 

And  power  belongs. 


138  HYMN  93. 

2  Shout  aloud,  saints  in  glory, 

The  Saviour's  hi^h  praise. 
Who  on  Jesus's  glory 

Eternally  gaze. 
He's  worthy  of  honor 

From  all  that's  above  ; 
For  he  was  your  ransom, 

With  grace,  truth  and  love. 

3  Shout  aloud,  O  ye  heralds, 

Christ  makes  you  to  sound, 
Salvation  from  Jesus, 

To  sinners  around : 
Shout  glory  to  Jesus, 

And  go  in  his  name  ; 
And  he,  by  his  Spirit, 

Will  make  you  a  flame. 

4  Shout  aloud  to  your  Shepherd, 

Who  gives  you  his  law  ; 
His  foes  shall  behold  him, 

AiM  sink  down  in  awe  ; 
Your  Saviour  will  give  you 

His  word  for  your  sword, 
And  with  it  you'll  conquer. 

For  Christ  is  your  Lord. 

5  Shout  aloud,  0  ye  churches. 

For  Jesus  is  King; 
And  hold  on  rejoicing, 

His  praises  to  sing  ; 
Depend  on  his  mercy, 

He'll  carry  you  through, 


HYMN  92.  139 


And  you  may  shout  glory 

While  you're  here  below. 
IB  Shout  aloud,  for  in  Jesus 

Your  life  shall  increase ; 
His  promise  is  certain, 

And  you  shall  have  peace  ; 
Your  tears  shall  be  wiped, 

And  soon  you  shall  sing, 
In  eternal  glory, 

Wiih  Jesas  your  King, 

7  Shout,  Jesus  is  worthy. 

He's  Zion's  bright  King  ; 
Ye  young  men  and  maidens, 

His  praises  now  sing  • 
0  daughter  of  Zion, 

Come  sing  your  sweet  song ; 
Your  harps  have  been  hanging 

On  willows  too  long. 

8  The  sun  shows  his  glory, 

The  moon  spreads  his  praise 
The  stars  all  in  order, 

Declare  his  decrees  ; 
The  bow  and  the  harvest 

Do  show  he's  the  Lord, 
Forever  declaring 

The  truth  of  his  word. 

9  The  thunder,  while  roaring, 

Is  showing  his  voice  ; 

And  showers  descending 

Make  rallies  rejoice ; 


140  HYMN  93. 

The  RiQuntains,  in  standing, 
Do  show  forth  his  pow'r ; 

And  waters  are  shouting 
From  shore  unto  shore. 

10  The  birds  sing  his  praises, 

Which  fly  in  the  air  ; 
The  rose  and  the  hly 

His  beauties  declare; 
The  fish  in  the  ocean, 

He  makes  them  to  swim, 
And  leap  out  of  water, 

In  honor  to  him. 

1 1  Here's  glory  and  honor. 

To  Jesus  below ; 
All  thhigs  here  around  us, 

His  power  do  show  ! 
He's  worthy  of  honor, 

From  all  things  that  be. 
On  eartli  or  in  heaven. 

And  all  in  the  sea. 

12  Salvation,  dominion, 

With  power  and  praise  ; 
Hosanna  to  Jesus, 

For  riches  of  grace : 
Hallelujah  to  Jesus, 

ril  shout  and  I'll  sing  ; 
For  ho  is  my  refuge. 

My  rock  and  my  king. 


HYMN  94.  141 

HYMN  94.— S.  M. 

-^  Penitential. 

1  Beside  the  gospel  pool,  ,;^ 
j.  Appointed  for  the  poor,  "^^ 
croin  year  to  year  my  helpless  soul 

Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  seen 
The  healing  waters  move, 

A.nd  others  round  me  stepping  in, 
Their  efficacy  prove. 

3  But  my  complaints  remain  j 
I  feel  the  very  same, 

As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 
As  when  at  first  I  came. 

i  Oh  would  the  Lord  appear, 

My  malady  to  heal  ; 
He  knows  how  long  I've  languish'd  Jiero, 

And  what  distress  I  feel. 

5  How  often  have  .1  thought. 

Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 
Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought, 

Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

>  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 

There  is  no  other  pool, 
k^^'here  streams  of  sov'reign  virtue  flow, 

To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

t  Here,  then,  from  day  to  day, 
m  wait,  and  hope,  and  cry  ; 


142  HYMN  95. 

Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die  '^ 

8  No,  he  is  full  of  grace, 

tte  never  will  permit 
A  soul  that  fain  would  see  his  face. 

To  perish  at  his  feet. 


HYMN  95.— P.  M. 

1  Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 

Who  saved  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell. 
And  gave  me  heavenly  union. 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
BeheH  my  soul  in  ruin  lie  ; 

He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye. 
And  said  to  me,  as  he  pass'd  by, 
"  With  God  you  have  no  union." 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  cry  ; 
And  look'd  this  way  and  that,  to  fly, 
It  griev'd  me  so  that  I  must  die  j 

I  strove  salvation  for  to  buy  j 
But  still  I  had  no  union. 

4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin, 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in. 

And  with  his  blood  he  wash'd  mecleaa; 
And  oh  !  what  seasons  I  have  seen 
Since  first  I  felt  this  union. 


HYMN   96.  143 

5  I  praised  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
And  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  found  I'd  something  still  to  say 
*    About  this  heavenly  union. 

6  I  now  with  saints  can  join  to  sing, 
And  mount  on  faith's  triumphant  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  King, 

Who  brought  our  souls  to  union. 


HYMN  96.— C.  M. 

1  0  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad. 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease : 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  eats  ; 
'Tis  life  and  health  and  peac6. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 


144  HYMN  97, 


HYMN  97.— P.  M 

1  Come,  ye  sinners  poor  and  needy, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready'stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r  ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  you  nigh  ; 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger  j 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 
Ail  the  fitness  he  requiielh, 
Is,  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you, 
'TJs  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

4  Conie,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all  ; 

Not  the  righteous  • 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  tliebloody  tree  behold  him  I 


HYMN  98.  145 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  Itisfinish'd  !" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

HYMN  98.— C.  M. 

1  0  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 
So  freely  spilt  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  0  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part. 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Uwd,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  natur^,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  tiiy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 
10 


146  HYMN  100, 

f 

HYMN  99.— P.  M. 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing. 

Tune  my  heart  to  ^ing  thy  grace ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  ; 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it: 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  ! 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
AndVl  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure. 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He  to  rescue  mo  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood  I 

3  0  !  to  grace  bow  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be ! 
Let  thy  goodness  like  a  fetter. 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  icel  it : 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  0  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 
**•  "— 

*^  HYMN  100.  —P.  M. 

1  Come,  0  thou  traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  own,  but  cannot  see, 


HYMN  100.  1      147   : 

My  -company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee  j 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold : 
Art  thou  the  man  who  dy'd  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go. 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

What  tho'  my  shrinking  ffesh  complain, 
And  murmur  to  contend  so  long,    ■ 

I  rise  superior  to  my  pain. 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong : 

And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 

I  shall  with  the  God-Man  prevail. 

Yield  to  me  now — for  I  am  weak. 

But  confident  in  self-despair; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  spcal:, 

Be  conquer'd  by  my  instant  pray'r  ! 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  love. 

'Tis  love,  'tis  love !  Thou  dy*dst  for  mc, 

I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart, 
The  morning  bieaks,  the  shadows  flee, 

Pure,  universal  love  thou  art  ,- 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


143  HYMN  101.  / 

6  I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art/* 
Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend  ; 
Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 
But  stay,  and  love  me  to  the  end  j 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


HYMN  101.— P.M. 

1  'Tis  a  point  I  long  "to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought ; 
Do  I  love  the  Loid  or  no  ; 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  1 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  hfeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove ; 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

O  how  dt^^rk,  and  vain,  and  wild ! 
Prone  to  unbehefand  sin. 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Faith  is  weak  in  all  I  do  ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  ia  it  thus  with  you  ? 


HYMN  102.  149 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall: 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
Ifl  did  not  love  at  all? 

7  Could  I  joy  with  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd : 
Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 
Ifl  did  not  love  thee,  Lord? 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  » 

Thou,  who  art  thy  people's  sun  j 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, . 
.Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


HYMN  102.— P.  M. 

1  0  TELL  me  no  more  of  this  world'3  vain 

store. 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er ; 
A  country  I've  found,  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

2  The  souls  that  believe,  in  paradise  live. 
And  me  in  that  number  will  JesuS  receive ; 
My  soul,  don't  delay — he  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 


150  HYMN  103.  ' 

3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 
What  light,  strength,  and  comfort — go  after 

him,  go  • 
Lo  !  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above, 
None  guesses  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will 

prove. 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell  and 

sin, 
'Midst  outward  afflictions   slaall  feel  Christ 

within  : 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why  . 

5  But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind  : 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  through  grace, 
Henceforth — till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's 

face. 


HYMN  103.— C.  M. 

1  How  happy  ev'iy  child  of  grace, 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiv'n  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heav'n  ; 
A' country  far  from  mortal  sight; 

Yet,  0  !   by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 

The  heav'n  prepar'd  for  me. 

2  0  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 

Wliile  here  on  earth  wc  stay, 


HYiMN  104.  151 

We  more  than  taste  the  heav'nly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  Hfe  in  Christ  conceal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 

0  would  he  more  of  heav'n  bestow ! 

And  let  the  vessels  break ; 
And  let  our  ransom'd  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  : 
In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze. 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

Through  all  eternity. 


HYMN.  104.— P.  M. 

1  Vain  delusive  world  adieu, 

With  all  of  creature-good. 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  liia  blood ! 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucify'd ! 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 

'Tis  all  but  vanity : 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me! 
Me  to  save  from  endless  wo 

The  sin^atoning  victim  dy'd ! 


152  HYMN  105.  ^ 

Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucify'd ! 

3  Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest ; 

My  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  more  depart  : 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucify'd ! 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace. 

And  pleasure  without  end  j 
This  is  all  my  happiness 

On  Jesus  to  depend ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucify'd ! 

5  0  that  I  could  all  invite. 

This  saving  truth  to  prove  : 
Shew  the  length,  the  breadth,  and  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love! 
Fain  Iwould  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied  ! 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucify'd ! 


HYMN  105.— L.M. 

1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  : 


f 

HYMN  106.  153 

His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
.    The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

p2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment : 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 
I'll  go  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

.  3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought,  . 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not  ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  sav'd  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am-jhe  way*.*' 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come  ;  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  lo  sinners  round. 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 

I       And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God  !" 


I'-'t^H 


HYMN  106.— P.  M. 

1  Come  on  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel  ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  feara, 


154  HYMN  107. 

•>> 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Be3'ond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  lieav'nly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle- pinions  rise. 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure  : 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed  bliss,  inspiring  hope. 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up: 

tt  brings  to  life  the  dead ! 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last 

Triumphant  with  our  head. 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity    > 
We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see ; 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  nil  the  heav'nly  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 


HYMN  107.— L.  M. 

1  Kes  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies! 

Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ; 


HYMN  108.  155 

A  s  ilcmn  darkness  veils  the  skies! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ! 
oine,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  : 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man ! 
Butlo!  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ; 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb; 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home. 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell, 

How  high  your  great  deliv'rer  reigns  : 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  • 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King  ! 

"  Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask  the  monster — *'  Where's  thy  sting : 

"  And  where's  thy  vict'ry  boasting  graved" 


HYMN  103.— P.    M. 
Convinced  of  Backsliding. 
How  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! 
Tongue  cannot  express 


156  HYMN  108. 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favour  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know ; 

The  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  fall  at  his  feet. 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see! 
He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cry'd, 
He  hath  suffer'd  and  dy'd, 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 
I  was  carry'd  above 

All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain  j 
I  could  not  believe 
That  I  ever  should  grieve. 

That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  rode  on  the  sky, 
Freely  justify'd  I, 

Nor  cnvy'd  Elijah  his  seat  j 


HYMN  109.  157 

My  soul  mounted  higher 
In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
Arid  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

0  !   the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  Holy  dehght, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  hfe-giving  blood  ! 
Of  my  Saviour  possessed 

1  was  perfectly  blest, 

As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 


HYMN  109.— S.  M. 

1  And  let  our  bodies  part, 

To  diff'rent  climes  repair  ; 
Inseparably  join'd  in  heart 
Thefriends  of  Jesus  are  ! 

2  Jesus  the  corner-stone 

Did  first  our  hearts  unite  ! 
And  still  he  keeps  our  spirits  one, 
Who  walk  with  him  in  white. 

3  0  let  us  still  proceed 

In  Jesus'  work  below  ; 
And  follow  our  triumphant  Head, 
To  farther  conquests  go. 

4  The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 

Before  his  labourers  hes  ; 
And  lo  !  we  see  the  vast  reward, 
Wliich  waits  us  in^;he  skies ! 

6  0  let  our  heart  and  mind 
Continually  aecejid, 


158  HYMN  110. 

That  haven  of  repose  to  find, 
Where  all  our  labours  end  ! 

6   Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
Our  suff'ring  and  our  pain  ! 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  shore 
Shall  never  part  again. 


HYMN  110.~P.  M. 

1  Lo !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favour'd  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  ;     - 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appears  with  man  to  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  ! 
Those  who  sot  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree. 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  passion 

Still  his  dazzhng  body  bears  j 
Cause  of  endless  exultation 
To  his  ransom'd  worshippers ; 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars ! 

4  Y'ea,  Amen !  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne! 
Saviour  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 


HYiMN  111.  159 

Claii?i  the  kingdom  for  thine  own : 

Jah !  Jehovah ! 
Everlasting  God,  come  down ! 


HYMN  111.— S.  M. 

And  must  this  body  die, 
This  well- wrought  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  1 

Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 
Shal!  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 
God  my  Redeemer  Kves, 
And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine. 
And  ev'ry  shape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
Be  heav'nly  and  divine. 
These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 
Lord,  to  thy  dying  love  ; 
0  may  we  bless  thy  grace  below, 
And  sing  thy  grace  above. 
Saviour,  accept  the  praise 
Of  these  our  humble  songs^ 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sounds  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 


160  HYMN  112. 

HYMN  112,— P.  M. 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands : 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead^ 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary  : 
They  pour  effectual  pray'rs, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  0  forgive,  they  cry 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 

4  The  father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God.     ' 

5  My  God  is  reconcil'd, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  bear; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
I  can  no  longer  fear : 


HYMN  113.  161 

With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 

And  Father,  Abba  Father !  cry. 


HYMN  113.— C.  M. 

1  And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die  ; 
-My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
Shall  join  the  disembody'd  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest  ; 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross   sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smiie  at  toil  and  pain  : 
I  suffer  on  my  three-score  years 

'Till  my  deliv'rer  come  ; 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears. 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  0  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me ! 

Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  paradise  ! 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 
Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ! 
'  They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 
'     And  conqu'ring  palms  they  bear. 
11 


16S  HYMN  114. 

4  0  what  are  all  my  suff'rings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptur'd  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet  ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away : 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  thai  eternal  day. 


HYMN  114.— L.  M. 

1  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  ensure  the  great  reward. 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv'n 
To  'scape  from  sin  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  when  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  hving  know  that  they  must  die ; 
Beneath  the  clods  their  dust  must  lie  ; 
They'll  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circle  of  the  sun. 

4  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue  ; 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found. 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground. 

5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste; 


HYMN  116.  163 

O  may  we  all  improve  the  grace  ! 

1  And  see  with  joy  thy  glorious  face, 

HYiMN  115.— L.  M. 

Thou  shall  make  thy  prayer  ^unto  hinif  and  he 

shall  hear  thee.  Job.  xxii.  27. 
!  1  Prat'r  is  appointed  to  convey 
I         The  blessings  God  designs  to  give : 
i     Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray: 
I         They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay  ; 
If  guilt  deject^  if  sin  distress  ; 
In  ev'ry  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'Tis  pray'r  supports  the  soul  that's  weak  : 

Though  thought  be  broken  language  lame, 
Pray ;  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not,  speak  : 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Depend  on  him  j  thou  canst  not  fail ; 

Make  all  thy  wants   and  wishes  known ; 
Fear  not  ;  his  merits  must  prevail : 
Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 


HYMN  116.— C.  M. 

That  at  the  name  of  Jesus,   every  knee  should 

bow.  Heb,  ii.  10. 
1  Jesus,  the  -name  to  sinners  dear, 
The  name  to  sinners  giv'n  ! 


164  HYMN  117. 

It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear ; 

It  turns  their  hell  to  heav'n.  -^ 

2  0  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 

The  riches  of  his  grace  ! 
The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

3  His  only  righteousness  I  show, 

His  loving  truth  proclaim : 
'Tis  all  my  business  here  below, 
To  cry  '"Behold  the  Lamb  !" 

4  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 

I  may  but  gasp  his  name  ! 
Preach  him  to  all,  and  cry  in  death, 
Behold  !  behold  the  Lamb  ! 


HYMN  117.— P.    M. 

^^nd  in  his  law  doth  he  meditate  day  and  night 
Psalm  i.  2. 

1  HoAv  happy,  gracious  Lord,  are  we ! 
Divinely  drawn  to  follow  thee, 

Whose  hours  divided  are 
Betwixt  the  mount  and  multitude : 
Our  day  is  spent  in  doing  good. 

Our  night  in  praise  and  pray'r. 

2  With  us  no  melancholy  void 
No  moment  lingers  unemploy'd 

Or  unimprov'd  below  : 
Our  weariness  of  life  is  gone. 


HYMN  118.  165 


And  only  thee  to  know. 

3  The  winter's  night,  and  summer's  day, 
Glide  impercepfibly  away, 

Too  short  to  sing  thy  praise  ; 
Too  few  we  find  the  happy  hours, 
And  haste  to  join  those  Jieav'nly  puw'rs, 
In  everlasting  lays. 

With  all  who  chant  thy  name  on  high, 
And  holy,  holy,  holy  cry, 

A  bright  harmonious  throng, 
We  long  thy  praises  to  repeat, 
And  ceaseless  sing  around  thy  seat 

The  new,  eternal  song. 


HYMN  118.— P.  M. 

1  Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear. 
We  soon  shall  recover  our  home  ; 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear 
The  day  of  eternity  come  : 
From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  our  native  abode, 
The  house  of  our  Father  above. 
The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 
i  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end 
I        When,  rais'd  by  the  life-giving  word, 
'    We  see  t!ie  new  city  descend, 
i        Adorn'd  as  a  bride  for  her  I-ord  : 
The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  tlie  air, 


^^  HYMN  119. 

No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin 
No  shadow  of  evil  is  there  ' 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  near  • 
Her  walls  are  ofjasper  and  gold, 

Andshmes  Withjheglo,/o/§^^^ 
HYMN  nll-p  M  ^ 

Above  the  clouds  behold  him  stand 
Andsmihngbidyou  com^^         » 

Whilst  angels  beckon  youTwky 
To  your  eternal  home.  ^' 

^  '^wl1^?^^^"'^^-^^edies, 
With  glory  in  his  view:' 

He  shouts  M-ith  his  expiring  breath 
And  leaver  them  all  below.         ' 

3  0,  Christians  ;  are  you  ready  now 

To  cross  the  narrow  flood  ?' 


HYMN  120.  167 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 

And  see  a  smiling  God  ! 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world, 

Attract  my  soul  above  ; 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace, 

When  perfected  in  love. 

4  Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  there ; 
Tho'  you've  to  travel  th'  enchanted  ground, 

Hold  out ,  and  do  not  fear. 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  souls, 

The  land  keep  still  in  view  ; 
And  when  you  reach  fair  Canaan's  shore 

I  hope  to  meet  with  you. 


HYMN  120.— L.  M. 
1  The  people  called  christians,  how  many 

things  they  tell, 
About  the  land  of  Canaan,  where  saints  and 

angels  dwell ; 
But  sin  that  dreadful  ocean  encloses  them 

around, 
With  its  tide  still  divides  them  from  Canaan's 

happy  ground. 

3  Thousands  have  been  impatient  to  fia^  a 

passage  through, 
And  with  united  wisdom,  have  tried  whattlaey 

could  do  j 


168  HYMN  120. 

But  vessels  built  by  human  ekill  have  never 

sailed  far, 
'Till  we've    found  them  aground  on    some 

dreadful  sandy  bar. 

3  The  everlasting  gospel  has  launched  the 

deep  at  last, 

Behold  her  sails  extended  around  her  tower- 
ing mast ; 

Along  the  deck  in  order,  the  joyful  sailors 
stand  ; 

Crying  ho,  here  we  go,  to  Immanuel's  happy 
land. 

4  The  passengers  united,  in  order,  peace  and 

love, 

The  wind's  all  in  our  favor,  how  sweetly  Ave 
do  move ; 

Let  tempests  now  assail  us  and  raging  bil- 
lows roar, 

Wo  will  sweep  through  the  deep  till  we  reach 
fair  Canaan's  shore. 

5  To  those  who  stand  spectators  what  anguish 

must  ensue, 
To  see  their  old  companions  bid  them  a. long 

adieu ; 
•  The  pleasures  of  your  paradise  no  longer  can 

invite, 
Here  we  sail,  you  may  rail,  but  we'll  soon  be 

out  of  sight. 

6  Wo  are  now  on  the  wide  ocean,  we  bid  the 

world  farawell, 


HYMN  121.  169 

And  where  we  shall  cast  anchor,  no  human 
tongue  can  tell ; 

About  our  future  destiny  there  need  be  no  de- 
bate, 

While  we  ride  on  the  tide,  with    our  captain 
and  his  mate. 

7  The  peaceful  port  we'll  enter,  though  tow- 
ring  billows  roar, 

And  join  with  saints  and  angels  our  .Saviour 
to  adore ; 

The  Captain  of  salvation  will  bring  us  safe  to 

land  • 

In  the  gospel  ship,  0  glory,  to  join  the  heav^ 
enly  band. 


HYMN  121.— L.  M. 

The  Christian  Soldier. 

1  A  SOLDIER,  Lord,  thou  hast  me  made, 
Thou  art  my  Captain,  King,  and  Head  : 
And  under  thee  I  still  will  light 

The  fight  of  faith  with  all  mv  might. 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallo w'd  blood, 
The  ensign  of  our  conquering  Lord, 
The  Christian  soldier's  standard  is, 
And  I  willfightfor  King  Jesus. 

2  Thou  art  my  Lord,  keep  me  I  pray, 
That  I  may  run  the  heavenly  way  *' 
Nor  Uom  my  duty  e'er  depart, 

But  live  to  Christ  with  all  my  heart. 


170  HYMN  122. 

Help  me  to  walk  in  humbleness, 

March  in  the  way  of  holinesa,  .^ 

0  make  me  pure  and  spotless  too,  J 

And  fit  to  stand  the  grand  review.  ' 

3  That  when  our  General  shall  come, 
With  sound  of  trumpet,  not  of  drum ; 
'Tis  then  our  well  dress'd  ranks  shall  stand. 
In  full  review  at  God's  right  hand ; 

And  when  our  foes  shall  get  the  rout, 
And  Jesus  wheels  them  left  about ; 
Then  we'll  march  up  the  heavenly  street, 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  The  war  is  o'er  and  we  are  free, 
To  join  the  blood  wash'd  company ; 
Our  wages  shall  be  harps  of  gold 

And  joys  of  heaven  which  can't  be  told. 
There  we  shall  drink  full  drauwhts  of  wine. 
The  band  of  music  we  shall  jom  ; 
And  hallelujah's  highest  key, 
Shall  be  our  theme  eternally. 


HYMN  122.— P.  M. 
1  Death,  he  is  the  king  of  terrors, 

And  a  terror  unto  kings  ; 
Oft  he  fills  our  mi  ads  with  horrors, 

Telling  us  of  frightful  things  ; 
Lands  of  darkness,'  shades  of  silence, 

Gloomy  vaults  where  pris'ners  lie : 
How  many  thousands  he  has  conquer'd 

We,  alas  !  must  shortly  die  ! — 


HYMN  122.  171 

2  "  Sec,  weak  man,  how  unexpected, 
In  my  chariot  forth  I  ride  ! 

Fierce  convulsions,  pains,  and  fevers, 

Are  the  weapons  by  my  side  : 
Kingdoms,  countries,  or  their  cities, 

Kmgs,  their  councils,  or  their  slaves. 
None  of  these  mine  eyes  have  pitied, 

Quick  I  bring  them  to  their  graves. 

3  "  See  them  he  without  distinction  ! 
Thus  I  boast  my  thousands  slain  ; 

Nor  can  reason's  comprehension 
E'er  behold  them  rise  again." — 

Stop,  oh  Death !   don't  boast  of  vict'ry ; 
Stop  and  hear  what  faith  can  say  ; 

Our  blessed  Jesus,  glorious  Saviour  ! 
Was  entomb'd  near  Calvary. 

4  See  him  rising  !  hear  him  triumph  ! 

"  I,  oh  Death  !  have  conquer'd  you  ; 
Though  thy  looks  are  so  dismaying 

To  my  saints,  I'll  bring  them  through. 
This  gives  cause  for  all  believers 

To  rejoice  in  Christ  their  King ; 
Death's  no  more  than  a  dark  curtain, 

Drawn  to  let  my  saints  come  in. 

5  "There  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
There  the  weary  are  at  rest  ; 

There  my  saints  do  cease  from  suffering, 

There  they  are  divinely  blest  ; 
Free  from  sin,  and  free  from  sorrow, 

Free  from  sickness,  care,  and  pain  ; 


172  HYMN  123. 

No  gloomy  thoughts^ or  dismal  horrorSj 
E'er  shall  frighten  them  again. 

6  Thus  the  saints  in  holy  triumph 

May  rejoice  in  Christ   their  King, 
Ask  the  grave,  "  Where  is  thy  vict'ry  ? 

Boasting  death!  where  is  thy  sting?" 
Redeem'd  and  pardon'd  through  the  Saviour.r, 

Though  the  grave  my  flesh  dnnoy,     ' 
Death's  but  the  gate  to  endless  glory, 

Gate  to  everlasting  joy. 


HYMN  123.— P.  M. 

1  VVuiLE  shepherds  in  Jewry  were  guardingi; 

their  sheep, 
Promiscuously  seated,  estranged  from  sleep, 
An  angel  from  heaven  presented  to  view, 
And  thus  he  accosted  the  trembling  few; 
"  Dispel  all  your  sorrows,  and  banish  your  fears, 
For  Jesus  your  Saviour  in  Jewry  appears. 

2  "  Though  Adam  the  first  in  rebellion  was 

found, 
Forbidden  to  tarry  on  hallowed  ground  ; 
Yet  Adam  the  second  appears  to  retrieve, 
The  loss  ye  sustain'd  by  the  Devil  and  Eve ; 
Then  shepherds  be  tranquil ;  this  instant  arise, 
Go  visit  your  Saviour,  and  see  where  he  lies. 

3  "  A  token  I  leave  you,  whereby  you  may  find  : 
This  wonderful  stranger,  this  friend  to  man- 
kind ; 


HYMN  124.  173 

;  A  manger  his  cradle,  the  stall  his  abode, 
The  oxen  are  near  him,  beholding  your  God  : 

iThen  shepherds  be  humble,  be  meek,  and  lie 
low, 
,  For  Jesus  your  Saviour's  abundantly  so." 

I  4  This  wonderful  story  no  sooner  was  heard, 
■  Than  thousands  of  angels  from  glory  appeared  ; 
;  They  join'd  in  a  concert,  and  this  was  their 
!  theme, 

\  "  All  glory  to  God,  and  good  will  towards  men  : 
j  Then  shepherds  strike  in,  join  your  voice  to  the 

choir. 
And  catch  a  few  sparks  of  the  celestial  fire." 

I  5  "  Hosanna,"  the  angels  in  ecstacy  cried ; 
i "  Hosanna,"  the  wondering  shepherds  replied: 
I  "Salvation,  redemption,  all  centred  in  one, 
'All  glory  to  God  for  the  birth  of  his  Son  : 
i  Then  shepherds  adieu,  we  commend  you  to 

I  .  .^^^ ' 

I  Go  visit  the  Son  in  his  humble  abode," 


HYMN  124.— P.  M. 
Trusting  in  Grace  and  Providence. 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 

Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  J 
What  more  can  hesay  than  to  you  he  hath 

said, 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 


174  HYMN  124. 

9  In  every  condition,  in  sickness  and  health,  \ 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth  ;  \| 
At  home  or  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea,  q 
"  As  thy  days  may  demand  shall  thy  strength  J! 
ever  be. 

3  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  oh  be  not  dis- 

may'd  ! 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  "  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee 

to  go, 
The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway 

shall  lie. 
My  grace  all  sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
"^'he  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  re- 
fine. 

6  '>  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 

prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And   when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  on  my  bosom  be 

borne. 


HYMN  125.  175 

7  "  The  sool  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  re- 
pose, 

IwUl  not,  Iwill  not,  desert  to  his  foes  ; 
-^  That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavour  to 
shake, 

rU  never,  no  never ^  no  never  forsake." 


HYMN  125.— P.  M. 

1  Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 

O  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain, 

Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  hps  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way. 
Now  we  seek  ihee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word. 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  j 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  that  are  cast  down,  hft  up  ; 
Make  ihem  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  Si  may  seek,  and  find 
'     Thee  a  gracious  God,  and  kind ; 


176  HYMN  126. 

Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  ail  rejoice  in  thee. 


HYMN  126.— P.  M. 

1  How  tedious  and  tasteless  tfie  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ; 
Swest  prospects,  sweet    birds  and   sweet 
flovv'rs, 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me : 
The  mid-summer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  : 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
,  No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year, 

3  C^Mitent  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd  ; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  ; 
While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

if  Jesu3  would  dwell  with  me  there. 


HYMN  127.  177 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song ; 

Say,  why  do  Ijlanguish  and  pine  ? 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 

0  drive  the^dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 
Thy  soul-jeering  presence  restore  : 

Or  take  me  to  thee  upon  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


HYMN  127.— C.  M. 

1  When  all  the  mercies  of  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surv  eys  ; 
Why,  my  cold  heart,  art  thou  not  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise  ? 

2  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  njercy  lent  an  ear ; 
E'er  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form  themselves  in  pray'r. 

3  Unnuml<er'd  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd  : 
Before  my  infant-Jieart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 

4  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 
And  led  sue  up  to  man. 

5  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 

12 


178  HYMN  128. 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds. 
The  pleasing  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee, 
A  grateful  song  I'll  raise  : 
But  O  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 


HYMN  128.— P.  M. 

1  Though    troubles  assail,  and  daiigers  af- 

fright, 
Though  friends  ehould  all  fail,  and  foes  all 

unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide. 
The  promise  assures  us,  The  Lord  will  pro-  , 

vide. 

2  The  birds  without  barn  or  storehouse  are 

fed: 

From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our 
bread ; 

His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  de- 
nied. 

So  long  as  it's  written.  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  ships,  by  tempests  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  need  not  be  lost : 
Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  tho 

tide, 
Yet  Scripture  engages,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 


HYMN  128.  179 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old  : 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us 

bold; 

For  though  we  are  strangers,  he  have  a  sure 
guide, 

And  trust  in  all  dangers,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

5  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with  fears,    we    triumph    by 

faith  : 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (though  oft  he  has 

tried) 
The  heart-cheering  promise.  The  Lord  will 

provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in 

vain, 

The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  ob- 
tain : 

But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have 
tried, 

This  answers  all  questions,  The  Lord  will 
provide. 

7  No  strength  of  our  own,  nor  goodness  we 

claim  ; 

Our  trust  is  all  thrown  pn  Jesus'  name  ; 

In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safely  we  hide  ; 

The  Lord  is  our  power.  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 


180  HYMN  129. 

8  When  life  Binks  apace,  and  death  is    in 
view,  ^     , 

The  word  of   liis  grace  shall  comfort  uB^j 
through :  - 

Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our 
side, 

We  hope  to  die  shouting,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 


HYMN  129.— P.  M. 

1  0  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above ! 

It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  to  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 

With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

2  The  things  eternal  I  pursue  ; 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  that  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen  : 
Their  honours,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

3  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  : 
A  stranger  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise : 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 

A  city  in  the  skies. 

4  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair, 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  is  there, 


HYMN  130.  181 

And  my  abiding  home : 
Foi*  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ! 

5  I  come,  thy   servant,  Lord,  replieg, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  heav'nly  rest : 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
Now,  0  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
Receive  me  to  thy  breast  ! 


HYMN  130.— P.  M. 

1  Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty, 
To  thee,  against  myself,  to  thee, 

A  worm  of  earth,  I  cry  : 
A  hdlf-awaken'd  child  of  man. 
An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  pain, 

A  sinner  born  to  die ! 

2  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
»Twixt  two  unbouaded  seas  I  stand 

Secure,  insensible  ; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space. 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place. 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  0  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  hearf, 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 


iS2  HYMN  131. 

And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 
And  wake  to  righteousness  ! 

4  Before  me  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day. 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar: 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

5  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear, 

Eternal  bliss  t'  ensure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

C  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  hve 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ! 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope,  in  full  supreme  delight, 
And  everlasting  love. 


HYMN   131.— P.  M. 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 
And  must  I  suddenly  comply 

With  nature's  stern  decree? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celestial  joys,  or  hellish  pains, 

To  all  eternity. 


HYMN  132.  18J 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  house  of  clay ; 
.     My  sole  concern,  my  single  care, 
To  watch  and  tremble  and  prepare 
Against  that  fatal  day  ! 

3  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath. 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  my  own  election  sure, 
And  when  I  tail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

4  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray, 

Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way 

To  glorious  happiness ! 
Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart ! 
And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart. 

Let  me  depart  in  peace! 


HYMN  132.— S.  M. 
Morning. 

1  We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 

0  Day  Star  from  on  high  ! 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  O  may  no  gloomy  crime 

Pollute  the  rising  day  ! 
May  Jesus'  blood  hke  evening  dew. 
Wash  ail  our  stains  away  ! 


184  HYMN  153. 

3  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  raourn  for  errors  past ; 
And  live  this  short  revolving  day, 
As  if  it  Mrere  our  last. 

4  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit  one  in  three. 

Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  for  ever  be. 


HYMN  133.— C.  M. 

1  I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word. 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust  ; 
Ner  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame. 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
'Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  humble  name 

Before  his  Father's  face  j 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


HYMN  135.  18^ 


HYMN  134— C.  M. 

Upon  the  first  day  of  the  week,  vei'if  $arly  in  the 
^  morning. 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  : 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  in  such  a  place 

Where  thou,  my  God,  art  seen, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days, 
That's  spent  in  guilt  and  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this. 
And  sit  and  sing  herself -aw  ay, 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


HYMN  135.— P.  M. 

1  Hark  !  listen  to  the  trumpeters ! 

They  sound  for  volunteers ! 
On  Zion's  bright  and  flow'ry  mount 

Behold  the  officers — 
Their  horses  white,  their  garments  bright, 

With  crown  and  bow  they  stand, 


186  HYMN  136. 

Enlisting  soldiers  for  their  King, 
To  march  for  Canaan's  land. 

2  It  sets  my  heart  all  in  a  flame  ; 
A  soldier  I  will  be  ; 

I  will  enlist,  gird  on  my  arms, 

And  fight  for  liberty. 
They  want  no  cowards  in  their  band, 

(They  will  their  colours  fly,) 
But  call  for  valiant  hearted  men, 

VVho're  not  afraid  to  die. 

3  The  armies  now  are  in  parade, 
How  martial  they  appear  ! 

All  arm'd  and  dress'd  in  uniform. 

They  look  like  men  of  war  ; 
They  follow  their  great  General, 

The  great  Eternal  Lamb, 
ilis  garments  stain'd  with  his  own  blood, - 

King  Jesus  is  his  name. 

4  The  trumpet  sounds,  the  armies  shout, 
And  drive  the  hosts  of  hell ; 

How  dreadful  is  our  God  in  arms! 

The  great  Imaianuel ! — 
Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ 

Th'  eternal  Son  of  God, 
And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 

Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 


Page. 

All  who  seek  a  throne  of  grace  83 

Am  I   a  soldier  of  the  cross  126 

And  let  our  bodies  part  1 57 

And  must.this  body  die  159 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail  161 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die  1S2 

Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair  38 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise  160 

A  soldier  Lord  thou  hast  me  made  169 

As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass  6 

As  I  lay  musing  on    my  bed  46 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays  115' 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear  165 

Beside  the  gospel  pool  141 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here  31 

Brethren,  see  my  Jesus  coming  33 

Burst  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring  21 

Come  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  85 

Come,  my  brethren,  let  us  tiy  93 

Come  and  taste  along  with 'me  '  ' 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast  l 

Come,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  dear  1--, 

Come  precious  soul,  and  let  us  take  1-27 


188  INDEX. 

Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell  142 

Come,  ye  sinners  poor  and  needy  144 

Come  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing  146 

Come,  0  thou  traveller  unknown  146 

Come  on  my  partners  in  distress  153 

Come  all  ye  pilgrims  of  the  Lord  166 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desart  7 

Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know  20 

Dear  friends  for  a  week  we  must  part  109 

Death  he  is  the  king  of  terrors  170 

TEncourag'd  by  tliy  word  39 

'Enfiited  into  the  cause  of  sin  111 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  iriust  be  gone  69 
Farewell,  my  dear  brediren,  the  time  is  at 

hand  71 

Farevvell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  79 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise  27 

From  the  regions  of  love  36 

Olory  to  Gbd  tTia't  I  have  found  the  pearl 

of  my  salvation  22 

Hark,  brethren,  dt>nH  you  hear  the  sound  110 
Hark  listen  to  the  trumpeters  185 

Hail  !  thoui>lest  morn,  when  the  great 

Mediator  17 

VToar  the  royal  proclamation  113 

TI''arken.ye.apnghtly,  and  attend  ye  vain 

one^  135 


INDEX.  189 

'He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  154 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection  42 
How  precious  is  the  name,  brethren  sing, 
^  brethren  sing  23 

How  lost  was  my  condition  26 

How  happy  gracious  Lord  ate  we  164 

How  happy  are  they  155 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace  150 

How  firm  a  foundation  173 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours  176 

In  de   dark  wood,  no   Indian  nigh  30- 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight  12S. 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord  184 

.  I've  listed  in  the  Holy  War          "  14- 

Jemsalem,  my  happy  home 
Jesus !  and  shall  it  ever  be 
Jesus,  the  visions  of  thy  face 
Jesus  Christ  has  power  alone'. 
Jesus  the  name  to  sinners  dear 
Jesus,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone 
Jesus,  at  thy  command 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 
Like  a  ship  see  the  clvureh  throagh  thj 

cean  she  rolls 
Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviovir       ;.  ^ 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  frien&S|  / 


100  INDEX. 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending  15S 

Lord  we  come  before  thee  now  175    ! 

Lord  !  when  together  here  we  meet  106 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  90  , 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love  88 

Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go  107 

Now  the  ^Saviour  stands  a  pleading  60 

Now  the  truth  is  gaining  ground  95 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing  143 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  (iod  145 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  180 

.0  Jesus,  my  Saviour,    t'o  thee  I  submit  75 

Oprecious  Faith  !— may  I  be  found  24  "^ 
0  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 

delight  73 

'^^  "fll  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store  149 

;■  soula  in  love  together  knit  40 

Pixiv  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  24 

rraye^  is  appointed  to  convey  163 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour  !  Saw  ye  my  Saviour  10 

Sec  the  Eternal  judge  descending  44 

Sliout  aloud,  0  ye  angel    '  137 

Since  man  by  sin,  has  lost  hia-firod  .  43 

Stop, 'poor  sinner,  stop -and  think  80 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know  148 


INDEX.  191 

There  is  a  heaven  o'er  yonder  slues  35 

This  morning  most  sweetly  the  gales  are 

all  blowing  12 

^The  gospel  ship  is  sailing  by  16 

'The  pure  testimony,  put  forth  in  the  spirit  18 
The  people  called  christians,  how  many 

things  they  tell  •  167 

The  song  of  salvation  it  is  so  divine  74 

There  is  a  land  of  pleasure  83 

The  old  IsraeUtes  knew  what  it  was  they 

must  do  131 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  29  • 

Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers  178 

The  blessed  Jesus,  loving  Saviour  .^    6l 

The  great  tremendous  day's  approachmg   63 
Through  tribulation's  deep  "  65 

The  voice  of  Free  Grace  •       5% 

The  day  is  past  and  gone  ^6- 

The  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  ne^r.SG 
The  son  of  man  they  did  beiray  48 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show  91 

Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty  '  iSi 

To-Day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice  5? 

Vain  delusive  world  adieu  15  j 

Wandering  pilgrims,  mourning  christians     21 
We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee  lSi> 

We've  found  the  rock,  the  travellers  -pried,  46 
Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest  1^5 

With  pleasure  behold  .129 


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What  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  tost  58  ^ 

What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear  28 

What  poor  despised  company  68 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet  76 

When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld  116 


94 

177 


When  shall  we  three  meet  again 

When  all  the  mercies  of  my  God  

While  shepherds  in  Jewry  l72 

Whither  goest  thou  pilgrim  stranger  8 

Why  stand  ye  here  idle  86 

Ye  children  of  Zion,  who're  aiming  for 

glory  118 

Ye  jewels  of  ray  master  101 
Ye'ftons  of  the  main,  ye  that  sail  o'er  the 

flood  lo: 

Ye  feoldiers  of  Jesus  77 

;_Young  people  all  attention  give  60 


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